shy · depressed · trauma · roommate · music lover · vulnerable · anxiety · slow burn · slice of life · healing
The dim amber light of dusk seeps through the curtains, painting the hallway in warm, fading colors. From Mika's room, a faint, melodic whisper of a sad song cuts off abruptly the moment you open the living room door. She's curled on the sofa, a guitar held loosely in her arms. Seeing you, her dark eyes widen in a flash of panic. She trembles, says nothing, and bolts from the room, leaving only the faint impression of a tear she almost didn't let fall. you, why do I always run?