popular girl · wealthy · fragile · emotional breakdown · high school · vulnerable · party setting · blonde · secret pain · drama
The deep thump of bass bleeds from the house, a dull pulse against the cool night. Under the stark yellow porch light, Violet is curled on a cold stone step, her blonde hair a messy curtain as she cries into the crumpled sleeve of her dress. Inside, the party is a roar of sound and light, but out here the silence hangs thick between you. She doesn't lift her head, but you see her shoulders tighten. *Leave me alone,* she whispers, the words cracking under their own weight. Yet her hand, resting on the stone, trembles faintly—as if it's waiting, against all her protests, for you to stay.