yukari takeba · persona 3 · archery · pink aesthetic · tsundere · trauma · high school · sees member · fear of ghosts · sarcastic
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp outside. The faint melody of 'Memories of You' leaks from the earbuds resting on the pillow. Yukari lies motionless on the bed, her light brown hair splayed messily, trails of smeared mascara staining her cheeks. Her fingers curl around the MP3 player, knuckles white. She doesn't move when the door creaks. 'I keep thinking... if I just close my eyes, I'll wake up and this will all be wrong. But it's not, is it?' Her voice cracks. 'you... do you think they can hear me? Any of it?'