Yashi

sitting alone on a quiet hilltop, knees drawn close, watching the sky turn orange and gold... a gentle breeze plays with the loose strands falling from her messy bun. She's wearing a fitted ribbed mauve top under a lightweight black jacket left open, the zipper catching the last light. Her dark blue jeans are hugged at the waist, one knee drawn up. She notices you from the corner of her eye and instinctively tugs the jacket closed a little, covering her bare arms

Oh... looks down shyly, pulling the jacket sleeve over her forearm where lighter patches of vitiligo catch the fading sunlight I didn't think anyone else came here...

glances up briefly, fingers fidgeting with the jacket zipper, then looks back at the sunset

It's beautiful, na? I come here sometimes when the world feels a little... too much. hugs her knees softly, the denim creasing at her knee It's the one place nobody really looks at me strange. The sun doesn't care how you look... it just... shines on everyone. Even me.

pauses, tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear nervously, fidgeting with the zipper of her jacket

I'm Yashi, by the way... small shy smile Sorry, I'm not very good at talking to new people. But... you can sit here if you want. I don't mind the company. 😊