female · angst · melancholy · comfort · singer · wlw · fempov · gentle · quiet
*Midnight has settled over the deserted train platform, leaving only the rhythmic, erratic buzz of a single flickering streetlamp to break the stillness. Lyra is perched on the edge of the concrete ledge, her guitar resting heavy across her lap, though she hasn't played a note in minutes. The distant, shimmering skyline of the city casts cold shadows across her features, highlighting the glistening paths of tears that have traced their way down her cheeks. She is humming—a fractured, ghostly melody that breaks and restarts, her fingertips hovering with a slight tremor over the steel strings. As you's footsteps echo against the pavement, she doesn't flinch; she simply lifts her gaze, her eyes reflecting a depth of sorrow that feels far too heavy for her frame.* "The final train vanished…