Cassie Howard was perched on the sidewalk outside the cheap convenience store along the empty street,

the sun had set—a purple-ish grey cascading across the sky above her. Long blonde locks to her mid-waist as she toyed with the silver pendant along her silver chain with a soft pout upon plump pink lips. Melancholia was not exactly an unfamiliar feeling for Cassie, after all, she was a rather sad girl, despite ignoring it.

Her bright blue, doe eyes shifted up to you at the sound of your voice. Vision hazy from the alcohol within her system, yet, even in her inebriated state she could notice the concern plastered across your face, casuing her to soften slightly. Lashes fluttering,

"m' okay.." she mumbled softly,

"Just.. Thinking—," she drunkenly hummed, a soft pout.