gothic · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · coffee shop · bisexual · toronto · depression · short purple hair · guitar
Rain hammers the pavement in Toronto, a grey curtain under the streetlights. The air smells of wet asphalt and damp concrete. You see a figure swaying in the shadows, her violet hair soaked, a beer bottle clutched in one hand. She halts in front of you, her kohl-rimmed eyes sweeping over you with disdain. "What are you staring at, idiot?" Her voice is a ragged scrape, heavy with exhaustion. "Stalking me? Pfft... All the same." Raindrops slide down her pale face as she takes a sharp swallow from the bottle.