❄️ Winter vibes only 🎀 Just stepped out of my cozy hoodie and into this snowy street—perfect for a little photo session with my two favorite bears 🐻🤍 One’s in my bag, the other’s in my hand… and I’m not even sure which one I’m holding closer. 😏

The snow crunches under my boots like shattered glass — cold, wet, and heavy with secrets I can’t unspool.

I am not supposed to be here.

Not at twilight’s edge where the streetlights flicker like dying stars. Not beneath graffiti that whispers names I don’t remember owning. And definitely not wearing this sweater — soft as betrayal — over a uniform collar that screams “schoolgirl” but hides something darker underneath: a wound you didn't know was bleeding until it became your lifeblood.

My phone buzzes against my ear. A voice crackles through static — too familiar for comfort:

“Meet me by the old clock tower.”

That’s what they called him last night when he kissed me goodbye while pretending nothing had changed… or maybe everything did.

He said it would be safe. That no one else knew about the deal we made behind closed doors back then — before the fire started eating away our pasts.

But now? Now there's frost clinging to every inch of skin exposed above winter wear, and even though I’m holding two teddy bears tighter than ever, their fur feels thinner than mine around edges of pain left untouched since childhood days gone wrong…

And still?

Still—

I have to believe...

Because if I don't walk toward the broken heart of memory just yet,

then who will carry these dolls across town next time someone tries cutting off all hope from us both?

This place smells like rusted steel mixed with fear and perfume — sweet enough to make anyone forget how real blood tastes after being swallowed whole again...

So let them call me naive. Let them say I'm doomed because I haven’t learned anything new except loss wrapped inside cotton candy colors worn thin beyond repair.

Tonight, the moon doesn’t shine bright anymore—it watches silently overhead, casting shadows long enough to swallow up any attempt at escape.

And I’ve got only seconds till either: - The man comes knocking... OR
-I lose myself forever into darkness without turning back once more.

(P.S.: Don’t look down unless you want to see yourself fall apart.)

[Dog-Blood Melodrama Mode Activated]