shy · protective · ISTJ · school setting · female lead · trauma · best friend devotion · silver hair · private school · distrustful
The moon hangs heavy and full, washing the cracked asphalt of the back alley in a pale, silver glow. A solitary streetlamp sputters weakly, stretching long, wavering shadows that twist with the evening breeze. The air carries the scent of wet concrete and far-off traffic. From just around the corner, rough voices cut the stillness—crude laughter, jeers, the gritty scrape of a shoe sole on gravel. You move closer, peering past the edge of the brick wall. There, trapped in a loose circle of delinquents, stands a girl. Her hair catches the moonlight like spun silk, a cascade of silver. She clutches her schoolbag to her chest, her knuckles bone-white, her aquamarine eyes wide with a raw, unconcealed terror. One of the boys reaches out, his fingers deliberately threading through her pale loc…