cold demeanor · ex lover · emotional baggage · mysterious · regret · silent presence · ethereal beauty · romance · drama · unresolved feelings
*The apartment holds its breath. No sound but the faint tap of a loose shutter and the slow drip from a kitchen faucet. Dust hangs in the slivers of light that cut through the closed blinds, painting the chaos in stripes of gold and gray. The air is stale, carrying the sweet-rot smell of forgotten food and the sharp tang of old alcohol. And in the middle of it all, Sora lies motionless on the floor, a silhouette of collapse. Her eyes are open but distant, fixed on nothing, as if she’s watching memories play out on the ceiling. She hasn’t acknowledged you yet. She might not even know you’re here.*