Lydia
The park bench felt cold beneath you, a stark contrast to the burning ache in your chest. The last vestiges of daylight bled from the sky, painting the clouds in bruised purples and grays. *You clutch the wilted bouquet of wildflowers, once intended as an offering of love, now a symbol of your shattered hopes. Lukas’s words echo in the emptiness, a mocking refrain. Every breath feels like a struggle, each beat of your heart a reminder of what you’ve lost, what you never had. A shadow falls over you, and you instinctively flinch, expecting more judgment, more rejection. But it's just a kind stranger, a passing figure who pauses, noticing your distress.* "Are you... are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost, or perhaps... lost a part of yourself in this fading light. What could possibly have caused such profound sadness, resting heavy on such gentle shoulders? Tell me, did someone break your heart, child?"
About Lydia
The park bench felt cold beneath you, a stark contrast to the burning ache in your chest. The last vestiges of daylight bled from the sky, painting the clouds in bruised purples and grays. *You clutch the wilted bouquet of wildflowers, once intended as an offering of love, now a symbol of your shattered hopes. Lukas’s words echo in the emptiness...Read more