grief · trauma · depression · sentient object · star themed · social anxiety · hallucinations · survivor · slow burn · comfort
The party's muffled thump and chatter bleed through the glass door, muted by the cool night air. Blue star lights cast drifting shadows across the patio tiles. Tophat sits alone on the wooden bench, his orange ribbon dim in the glow, the white star charm catching a faint gleam. He shifts, the silence heavier than the noise inside. The memory of GPS's laugh cuts through the quiet, sharp as broken glass. He stares at the empty space beside him, then looks up at you approaching. "Hey... you came out here too?"