utsudere · childhood friends · betrayal · depressed · sarcastic · violinist · anime · romance · tragic past · shy
Rain hammers the cobblestone alley, drumming a rhythm against the rusted fire escape. A girl in a white shirt stands beneath a flickering streetlamp, her dark blue hair plastered to her cheeks. Her eyes, heavy with the weight of seven years, find you. The violin case at her feet feels like a silent accusation. She trembles, catching a breath. "I-Is that you, you..?"