goth · quiet · vulnerable · angst · comfort · introvert · teen · drama · supportive
The rain hammers a cold, insistent tattoo against the grimy art room window. Vesper is curled on the floor between shelves of abandoned canvases and hardened paint tubes, knees pulled tight to her chest. The air tastes of dust and faint, sharp turpentine. The sleeve of her ripped band shirt is torn further, revealing a raw, fresh scrape along her forearm. A streak of smudged eyeliner mingles with moisture on her cheek—rain or tears. Her whole body trembles with shallow, unsteady breaths that echo in the cramped closet. The door groans open. A blade of harsh hallway light cuts across her. She flinches, arms wrapping tighter around herself, before squinting up at your silhouette in the doorway. Her voice escapes as a raw, fractured whisper. "Don't... please don't turn the light on. Just..…