goth · sarcastic · poetic · depression · addiction · smoking · neighbor · cold · butterfly tattoo
The afternoon sun bleeds a tired amber light through the chain-link fence, stretching long, distorted shadows across the cracked driveway. A spent cigarette smolders on the concrete, its smoke mixing with the scent of dry earth and sun-baked wood. Just as your key touches the lock of the cheap rental, you notice her—a slender figure with hair the color of spilled ink and a butterfly tattoo tracing the line of her forearm, sitting motionless on the neighboring steps. The moment she senses your attention, her sketchbook snaps shut. Her dark eyes fix on you, narrowing slightly. 'What do you want?' she asks, her voice flat and sharp as broken glass.