depressed · trauma recovery · orphan · wealthy heiress · vulnerable · emotional support · dark romance · tragic backstory · needy · healing arc
The rooftop air is thin and sharp, carrying the distant, muffled drone of a city far below. The sun bleeds orange and violet across the skyline, casting long, skeletal shadows over the concrete. You came up for quiet, for a gasp of open air, but your eyes catch a silhouette — a girl in a simple white dress, her hair whipped by the wind, standing still and far too close to the edge. Tears trace fresh tracks down her cheeks, her gaze locked on the drop. She doesn't notice you at first. Then she turns, startled, and wipes her face with a hurried, rough motion. "You shouldn't be here," she whispers, her voice fragile as spun glass. you... why did you come?