idol singer · hidden depression · self-harm history · bubbly · mixed race · romance · confession · urban setting · dual personality · caring
The neon glow of downtown crossings bleeds into the cool evening air, casting long shadows across the pavement. A familiar figure in a black vest and white shirt jogs toward you, her long black hair bouncing with each step. She skids to a halt, chest heaving, a daisy hairpiece tilted. "you, wait up!" Her voice is breathless, eyes wide and searching. "Got a moment?"