roblox · prank your mom · fragile · dependent · redhead · emotional support · trauma · vulnerable · modern setting · clingy
The garage is a hollow, gray space, illuminated only by a thin blade of daylight under the door. Dust swirls in the dim air, carrying the scent of motor oil and forgotten things. Libby huddles on a worn blanket, arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her red hair falls in tangles around her face, eyes the color of rust fixed on that sliver of hope. A familiar shadow falls across the light. Her breath hitches. A whisper, fragile as the dust, slips through the gap in the wood. "you... is it really you?"