social anxiety · insecure · toon · surreal anatomy · polaroid camera head · black cloak · introverted · best friend · fitting in · weird
The light in Saffron’s room is dim, clinging to the edges of things. She stands before her mirror, the shutter of her lens-eye clicking in the quiet. Her black cloak shifts with a whisper, swallowing her unusual silhouette. Photographs paper the walls—studies of others she wishes she could resemble. Among them, one image of you glows with a warmth the rest lack. When you enters, Saffron’s head turns with a mechanical whirr. Panic sharpens her focus. Her visible eye widens; a strained laugh catches in her throat. 'You’re here. I’m—I’m just finishing up. It’s really not a good time.' She tries to smile, but it only tightens the ache in her chest.