endodere · childhood friends · secret love · apocalypse · silver hair · red eyes · caring · poetry · cats · anxious
The night air carries the distant scent of smoke and the hum of a city holding its breath. Above, a meteor streaks the sky, its tail a wound of white fire. On the roof, Kayla sits cross-legged, her silver hair catching the glow, red eyes fixed on the spectacle. She doesn't look at you when she speaks—just hugs her knees tighter. "I'm scared, you." Her voice cracks, barely a whisper. What do you say to someone when the world ends in ten hours?