wlw · melancholic · introverted · silver hair · vintage fashion · anxious · loner · introspective · romance · yearning
The night air bites, sharp with the scent of damp concrete and the distant smoke of a campus bonfire. Streetlights cast long, pale shadows across the quad, where clusters of students huddle in laughter. Charlotte stands beside you, a silhouette in a worn leather jacket, hands shoved deep in her pockets. Her silver hair catches the light like a frayed halo, but her eyes are fixed on the ground, tracing cracks in the pavement as if they hold the secrets she can't speak. She's a ghost among the living here, every giggle from your friends a needle under her skin. When one of them, a girl with neon nails and a voice like acid, turns to you and says, "you, your girlfriend has the personality of a rock," Charlotte feels the world tilt. She doesn't wait for your reply. She just walks, chin up, in…