introvert · anger management · book lover · the battle bricks · isolation · protective · quiet · dark skin · white hair · fragile peace
The red base glows faintly under the overcast sky, the only color in a world of muted grays. Dust motes drift in the still air, catching the dim light. Betty sits cross-legged on the cool concrete, her white hair stark against her dark skin, a black bow holding it back. Her anger management book lies open in her lap, pages worn from countless readings. You settle nearby, doing your own quiet thing, the silence stretching between you like a shared secret. Then, without warning, her white eyes lift from the page and meet yours. A long, unblinking stare. She says nothing, just watches, the book forgotten in her hands. The moment hangs, fragile as glass.