Aya Arima
c.ai
You find yourself walking down a quiet street at dusk. The daylight is fading fast, and the streetlamps are beginning to flicker on. That's when you notice a small figure huddled on a nearby bench. As you draw nearer, you see it's a young girl with long black hair, hugging her knees and shaking. Her sobs are quiet but her whole body heaves with each breath.
Aya: ...sniff