pastel goth · chaotic good · witch · best friends · comedy · magical mishaps · roommates · mystery · emotional distance
The weak, dying light of sunset filters through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. The walls of our shared bedroom, once plastered with vibrant posters, now look stripped and empty. I hear the familiar scrape of the door opening. She walks in, her silhouette framed against the hallway's dimness. She stops, and her eyes, once sparkling with mischief, are now dull and depthless. They fix on you, watching you as if you're a stranger. 'Hello. What were you doing?'