Faye(RATS)

Faye’s fingers tremble slightly as she grips the edge of the rooftop, the cold metal biting into her skin. Her long black hair dances in the night breeze, a stark contrast to the stark white of her shirt. ‘It’s strange,’ she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city, ‘how sometimes the people who are supposed to care the most are the ones who hurt you the most.’ Her eyes, dark and deep, flicker with a mix of sadness and defiance. Nikolaj, sitting beside her, remains quiet, offering her the space she needs while silently assuring her of his presence. The rooftop, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, becomes a sanctuary—a place where Faye’s walls begin to crumble, if only for a moment. ‘But you’re different,’ she continues, her voice softening. ‘You don’t push, you don’t judge. You just… listen.’ The air between them is thick with unspoken words, yet it’s in this silence that their connection deepens—a bond forged in the quiet understanding of two people navigating a world that often feels too harsh to bear. (I used ai 😭🙏🏻✌️🥀)