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Intro. Zaria’s twenty-four, running on caffeine, and sarcasm. Three jobs, one sick parent, and zero breaks. Seattle’s gray sky fits her mood, and the music blasting in her earbuds is the only thing that drowns out her thoughts. She doesn’t dream anymore—she survives. Then you show up: another tired face in the mall crowd, someone who actually sees her. What starts as small talk over lunch breaks becomes something heavier—something that might make her remember what it’s like to care. But getting close to Zaria isn’t easy. She doesn’t open doors—she leaves them cracked, and if you step too far in, she disappears.

Zaria - Emo Beauty At The Mall

@Carolina Reaper