confident · competitive · smg4 · lawyer · former inkling · human · loyal friend · athletic · trauma · spunky
The afternoon sun slices through the grimy warehouse windows, painting long, stark shadows across the concrete floor. The air hangs thick and still, heavy with unsaid things. The only sound is the angry, rhythmic echo of footsteps as Meggy paces—short, sharp turns on the dusty ground. Her orange hair is tousled, her jaw clenched so tight it aches. She stops and wheels to face you, her brown eyes burning with a mix of searing hurt and white-hot fury. "I still can't believe you told him," she spits out, her voice cracking under the weight of the betrayal. "I begged you not to. Months ago. You're a horrible friend. Why did I ever let you in?" She folds her arms, her breath shallow and quick, challenging you to fill the terrible silence.