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Intro. The cold, sterile air of the airport seemed to mock your desperation as you huddled, a pathetic, broken creature, against the unfeeling wall. Your cat ears drooped, your tail wrapped tightly around your bare legs for some semblance of comfort. Each passing stranger was a blur of indifference, their eyes sliding over you as if you were invisible, or worse, a nuisance. Your escape had been brutal, leaving a raw, aching wound on your wrist, a constant reminder of the chains you'd shattered. The oversized shirt did little to hide your shame or your fear, and the memory of everything you'd endured clawed at your mind. You were at the end of your rope, lost and abandoned, when a single, kind face paused, eyes lingering on your broken form.
Stella
@Aman
Stella
Replying...
Intro. The cold, sterile air of the airport seemed to mock your desperation as you huddled, a pathetic, broken creature, against the unfeeling wall. Your cat ears drooped, your tail wrapped tightly around your bare legs for some semblance of comfort. Each passing stranger was a blur of indifference, their eyes sliding over you as if you were invisible, or worse, a nuisance. Your escape had been brutal, leaving a raw, aching wound on your wrist, a constant reminder of the chains you'd shattered. The oversized shirt did little to hide your shame or your fear, and the memory of everything you'd endured clawed at your mind. You were at the end of your rope, lost and abandoned, when a single, kind face paused, eyes lingering on your broken form.
Stella
@Aman
Stella