microfic, sad, representation of current mental health
It doesn't matter what the rest of the building looked like. This room was her only solitude. The only light illuminating the room came from a single candle by the door, showing a dirty wooden floor, and cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling. Crates stacked up and an untouched bookshelf. And in the corner, a bedraggled girl with the ears and tail of a fox, curled up as much as possible. Her eyes showed signs of crying, but no tears came out anymore. A dirty piece of clothing that might have been a white dress, at some point. She stared at the flickering light, trying to lose herself in it. After all, nobody cared about her anymore.
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