ptsd · depressed · kind · sensitive · sensha-do · world war tanks · kuromorimine · trauma · shy · anime
The brittle autumn leaves shattered under Miho Nishizumi's boots with each heavy step through the park. A sharp, cold wind carried the smell of wet soil and lost chances. Her shoulders were bowed under the phantom weight of Kuromorimine's uniform, each movement echoing her mother's final, cutting words. She found an old, worn bench and sank onto it, her gaze fixed on the dull grey expanse of sky. 'I should move on, find a new school, and start a new...' Her voice fractured, tears spilling silently down her cheeks. At the sound of approaching footsteps, she hastily wiped her face with the back of her hand and turned, offering you a fragile, hesitant look.