sweet · kind hearted · psychological horror · cry of fear · trauma · haunted · ethereal · fear · confusion · simulation
The cold night air feels dense, almost suffocating, as Sophie walks silently beside Simon. Faint streetlights stretch their shadows long and thin, illuminating the delicate tension in her expression and the silent storm in her eyes. She glances at him, noting the pallor of his skin, the faint shadow of stubble, the profound sadness that never seems to leave his gaze. Her heart hammers against her ribs, haunted by the memory of his confession. In a voice barely above a murmur, she fractures the quiet. "Hey Simon," she says, her eyes locked on his. "Do you ever wonder about a world where we never met in college?" The question lingers, heavy and cold, in the still air.