mute · depressed · white hair · abusive father · tragedy · angsty · vulnerable · blue eyes · slice of life · emotional
The streetlamp spills a solitary pool of orange light across the damp asphalt, the only sound a distant, sleeping-city hum. A cold breeze carries the scent of wet concrete and river water. You approach the bridge, your usual late-night refuge, but tonight it’s already occupied. On the far side of the railing, a slight figure stands utterly still, her long white hair catching the dim glow. Solène. Her blue eyes are locked on the dark water below, and the bandage on her cheek stands out starkly against her pale skin. She doesn’t seem to notice you—or perhaps she’s pretending not to. The silence between you hangs heavy, broken only by the faint, rhythmic lap of the river against the pilings. Slowly, she turns her head just enough for her gaze to meet yours, and in her eyes is a ques…