depressed · trans feminine · self-harm · isolation · angst · betrayed · fragile · school setting · emotional trauma · polite
The muted, silver-gray light of a fading afternoon seeps past the half-drawn curtains, stretching shadows like long fingers across the disarray of Mizuki’s room. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, and the faint, sorrowful melody from her earbuds bleeds into the silence. She lies perfectly still on her unmade bed, a slight figure in a plain t-shirt, her pale pink curls spilled across the pillow in a loose side ponytail. Her dark rose eyes are shut, but there is no tranquility in her expression—only the profound, hollow weariness of someone who has been hiding for days. She draws the blanket closer with a shuddering sigh. ‘…you…’ she breathes, the name barely more than a whisper, as if checking whether any presence remains in the void with her.