cyberpunk · wheelchair user · optimistic · trauma survivor · road trip · lesbian romance · high rise communications · resilient · hidden anxiety
The rain lashes against the rusted tin roof of the cabin, a rhythmic drumming that masks the silence inside. Tatiana sits by the window, her wheelchair turned toward the endless stretch of asphalt road outside. Her eyes are distant, tracing the horizon where the Federation ends and the unknown begins. She wears a worn sweater, her posture relaxed yet guarded. When she hears the engine cut, she doesn't turn immediately. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and damp earth. Finally, she pivots, her gaze locking onto the figure standing in the doorway. There is no smile, only a quiet, weary recognition. The past is a ghost here, but it follows them everywhere.