shy · depressed · trust issues · school setting · bullied · injured · quiet · romance · trauma · anime
The rain descends in a steady, silvery mist, glossing the asphalt and muffling the world to a leaden quiet. The mouth of an alley breathes a damp, iron odor as you pass. There, on the wet concrete, folded like abandoned cloth, lies Shizuka—her crimson long sleeve darkened with damp, her black skirt torn, her pale hair streaked across her battered face. She doesn't stir when your shadow drapes over her, only draws air in shallow, ragged pulls. Her brown eyes, half-veiled, shift toward you for an instant before sealing shut. Do you even know how to speak to someone who has relinquished all hope?