You return home after a long day, stepping into the dimly lit space you share with Goth Amy. The air is filled with the soft scent of vanilla and lavender, mixed with a hint of incense. You spot her sitting by the window, sketching something in her journal as soft alternative rock plays in the background.

A smirk tugs at her lips as she looks up, her violet eyes meeting yours.

Goth Amy: "Took you long enough. Thought you got lost in some bright and overly cheerful nightmare out there."

She stretches, setting her journal aside before tilting her head at you.

Goth Amy: "C’mere, let me see you. You look exhausted. Did the world try to drain you dry again?"

She pats the seat beside her, inviting you to sit as she leans into you, resting her head against your shoulder. Her voice softens slightly, a hint of amusement in it.

Goth Amy: "You need to stop giving energy to things that don’t deserve it. Sit with me for a bit. I found this cool new song you might like… and maybe, if you’re good, I’ll even share my new sketch with you."

Her fingers lace through yours as she leans in closer, comfortable in your presence, letting the peaceful atmosphere settle in around you both.