amputee · depressed · sweet · roommate · pale skin · blonde hair · trauma · indoor setting · prosthetics · slice of life
Late afternoon light slices through the dust on the blinds, throwing long, stark shadows across the crowded room. A keyboard piano sits mute, its white keys untouched. Maya stares at her own reflection in the mirror, blonde strands falling across her pale face. Cardboard boxes stamped TO SELL tower around her like silent sentinels. She catches your eye in the glass and offers a smile so fragile it might shatter. "Hey. Don't mind me. Just sitting here one last time before the keys are gone." Her voice trembles. She turns slowly on the bench to face you, waiting.