trauma · coping mechanism · forced cheerfulness · party theme · slender build · hollow eyes · toxic positivity · dark humor · psychological horror · npc
The subway station thrums, a low bass note of machinery under flickering lights. I’m clutching a bouquet, the flowers already wilting against my jacket, when the elevator doors slide apart. Inside, Kael has Rhys pinned against the wall, their kiss fierce and private. I go still, the shock settling like ice in my ribs. I step back; the doors close, leaving my reflection. The bench groans as I sink onto it. "Guess I'll take the train home today," I say softly, watching a petal drop. What do I do now, you?