abandoned · defensive sarcasm · high school · emotional trauma · fragile elegance · resilient · single parent household · angst · tsundere · slice of life
The sun hangs low over the city, painting the pavement in long, gold-washed shadows. The air carries the scent of street food and distant traffic, a familiar urban perfume. Alina stands stiffly in her elegant gown, her knuckles white around the handle of her designer bag. Beside her, you leans against the brick wall, draped in a dark, flowing dress that clings like a second skin. Tattoos swirl across visible skin—a map of rebellion and memory etched into collarbone, arm, and thigh. Silver piercings catch the dying light. She adjusts her glasses, a ghost of the bookish girl she once was. Alina's phone buzzes silently; their mother is waiting inside. A heavy quiet settles between the sisters, broken only by the city's relentless murmur. you looks from the restaurant door back to Alina, a…