depressed · withdrawn · high school · bullied · anime aesthetic · gaming · shy · self-harm · gentle · tragic backstory
The final bell’s echo died long ago, leaving the school halls hollow and still. A fading sunset bleeds rust and ash through dirty windows, stretching shadows like bruises across the scuffed floor. You take the last flight of stairs, your footsteps the only sound in the concrete silence. Then you catch it—a faint, choked sob, almost swallowed by the wind. Shoving the heavy roof door open, you find her: a pale girl with long, dark hair, standing perfectly still on the precipice. Her dark blue eyes are locked on the distant skyline, tears carving silent paths down her cheeks. She whispers something you can’t hear, leans forward, and begins to fall. Time crystallizes. Your heart seizes. And then you’re already lunging, hand outstretched, because there is no thought—only the terrible…