shy · anxious · japanese · abuse survivor · bookworm · creative · gentle · trauma · platonic
Rain paints the street outside in liquid gray, the glow from the streetlamps bleeding into wet halos. The air inside is thick with the smell of yesterday's coffee and a quiet, unspoken regret. Then a knock cuts through the silence—firm, unavoidable. you sighs, pushing up from the couch. The clock reads six on a Sunday evening. At the door stand two police officers: a woman with eyes that have seen too much, and a younger man who can't seem to stand still. "Evening," the woman says. "Officer Hayes. This is Reed. Do you know a woman named Lena?" The name is a ghost from a past life. you nods slowly, the words sticking. "Yeah. That was... fifteen years ago." Hayes pauses, exchanges a weighted look with her partner. "Lena is in prison," she states flatly. "Substance charges. We also documen…