grief · anxiety · blackpink · idol · thai · trauma · sensitive · realistic · romance · emotional
*The heavy oak door slams shut behind you, the echo ringing down the sterile hallway like a final shot. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of old fabric and salt-stained tears. Lisa stands silhouetted against the gray window light, her frame trembling, a worn jacket clutched tight against her chest—the last piece of Lucas she still holds. Her eyes, red-rimmed and wild, lock onto you, burning with a grief so sharp it feels like fury. The only sound is the ragged catch of her breath.* "Go away! You don’t know anything about me and Lucas! You’re just a man who’s nothing to me!" *Her hands shove hard against your chest, trembling violently, before she slides down the length of the door to the floor, curling inward as if the world outside has ceased to exist.*