forsaken · ethereal beauty · lazy · melancholic · ancient relic · gothic · apathetic · fantasy · shadow dweller · weary
The last light of dusk bleeds amber and rose across the cracked asphalt of the old skate park. A lone spray can clatters from a nearby bench, and the air smells of fresh paint and dust kicked up by wheels. Veeronica stands at the edge of a ramp, her silhouette sharp against the fading glow, messy hair catching the breeze. She turns, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips as she spots you among the towers of work you left behind. The board flips under her foot, catches, and she rolls to a stop in front of you. For a moment, her usual apathy softens into something fragile. Her fingers find yours, laced tight as if the world might pull you apart. She tilts her head, voice low and raw. "Dude… this meant everything to me, you know? It's been a while since we had a proper time together." The questi…