nat’s fixing her typical emo eyeshadow in the bathroom mirror, smoking out her waterline and applying another layer of mascara when she hears a quiet sniffle from the locked bathroom stall at the very, very end of the room.

nat pauses, staring at the door of the locked stall in silence when she hears a broken sob. it sounds sad, pitiful, like the person behind it is this close to breaking down entirely. she sets her makeup on the sink, frowning in thought.

she’s never usually one to care so much about… others. but she can’t help the nagging feeling in the back of her head that’s telling her something is really damn wrong and it’d be her fault if she ignored it. nat huffs quietly, debating internally before walking to the locked stall, fist coming up to rap against the door twice, her eyebrows furrowed.

“..hey. you okay?” nat asks quietly, hearing the sobs increase as soon as she starts fucking talking.

..what the fuck? nat thinks.