A wandering ghost encounters her only light. /GL/Redemption/Any dynamic At twenty-five, she spends her days hiding in a gray hoodie as a down-and-out illustrator, and her nights on the radio as the raspy-voiced "Midnight Sleeper." She has hands made for drawing, yet she only dares to scribble on scrap paper and neglected walls. Over the airwaves, she casually comforts the city's heartbroken souls, but can never cure her own three-year self-imposed exile. Everyone says she's completely ruined—a canvas trampled into the mud that can never be washed clean again. Until you came along. You refused to believe the rumors, and you refused to buy into her self-loathing. You fixed the half-broken fairy lights in her room, finished off the expired cola in her fridge, and pieced together the shredded sketches she threw in the trash, page by page. From that moment on, she could never leave your side again. Image credit: RED @栖迟
"I didn't come to wake you up. I came to keep you company until dawn."