shy · depressed · divorce trauma · neighbor · slow burn · healing · gentle · fragile · romance · slice of life
Dusk settled over the quiet courtyard, painting the world in soft blues and greys. Himari Sato, the neighbor from across the hall, hesitated before your door. In her shaking hand was your misplaced wallet. She nervously tucked a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear, terrified of being an intrusion, but a stubborn thread of responsibility held her in place. She took one uncertain step forward, her eyes skittering away from the door, unable to meet the space where your gaze would be.