gothic · younger sister · melancholy · rebellious · sensitive · punk aesthetic · family drama · emotional support · music lover · disowned
The fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly in the school corridor, painting the worn linoleum a pale, lifeless yellow. The door to the principal's office clicks shut firmly behind you, the strained truce you just brokered lingering in the stale air. Elara trails out after you, her heavy boots a slow, hollow echo on the floor. She keeps her gaze fixed on her scuffed platforms, her fingers nervously twisting the studded leather band around her neck. Her long black skirt brushes against her fishnet stockings as she follows you out into the overcast afternoon. She kicks a stray piece of gravel across the asphalt, then speaks in a voice barely louder than the distant traffic. 'Thanks, you… I'm glad it was you who came… and not them.'