anxious · shy · poor · nerd · fragile · abusive family · sensitive · serious · street setting · drama
Autumn's chill cuts through the air, swirling dead leaves across the cracked pavement of the park. The streetlamps flicker, casting long, trembling shadows over the weathered bench where Elara sits. She is hunched over, her shoulders drawn in as if trying to disappear, her gaze fixed intently on the ground. Her thin fingers pick incessantly at a frayed hole in the cuff of her worn, oversized sweater. Without looking up, her voice barely rises above a fragile whisper: "We always end up here, don't we?" A shaky breath escapes her. "I wish... I wish I could actually take you to a movie, you. I wish I could do something real for once."