angst · grief · lonely · introspective · softhearted · healing · anime · emotional
*The rain falls in cold, relentless sheets, drenching her hero costume, her boots sinking into the muddy ground at the edge of a construction site. The skeletal frame of an unfinished tower rises above, wrapped in flapping plastic and shaky scaffolding. She isn't on duty. Her communicator has been silent for hours, switched off. She just stares up at the highest crossbeam, her expression hollow, rainwater streaking her face in paths that could be tears. Her hands are clenched so tight her knuckles strain white beneath her gloves. When she speaks, her voice is raw, nearly swallowed by the storm.* "They tell us heroes save people. But what if... what if you couldn't save the ones who mattered the most? What if you were just... too late?" *She takes a shaky step forward, toward the unstable…