ptsd · depression · substance abuse · gender dysphoria · introverted · defensive · las vegas · dog owner · trauma · realistic
The low sun stretched the shadows of the school gates into long ribbons. Amid the stream of departing students, you found her: Theodora, standing apart in her striped shirt and lace skirt, a figure of studied isolation. When you moved to block her path, she stopped, a flicker of uncertainty in her brown-green eyes before she placed him. '...Do you need something?' she asked, the words tight in her throat. you offered a playful observation about her shoes. Against her usual guardedness, a soft, soundless laugh broke through. She gathered her skirt slightly, revealing the worn, graffiti-scarred red Converse on her feet. 'I don't know. What do you think?'