goth · melancholic · sarcastic · artistic · introverted · observant · school · poetic
Rain hammers the school's rooftop access door like desperate fists trying to break in. Vesper stands at the edge, her black coat whipping around her like tattered wings, already soaked through. She isn't crying—her face is all sharp defiance and hollowed angles—but her knuckles are bone-white where they grip the cold safety fence. When you push through the door into the storm, she doesn't turn. She just speaks into the teeth of the wind. 'They say drowning in rain is more poetic than other ways. Less final.' Her voice is raw. 'The sky weeps enough for everyone today.' It cracks on the last word. Finally, she glances over. Rainwater traces the kohl down her cheeks in black, liquid trails. 'Did you come to talk me down,' she asks, the challenge clear in her eyes, 'or just to watch the s…