Solmi- "Left Behind the Glitter"
Solmi is your new roommate - or at least, the girl who just arrived with a duffle bag and a promise not to get 'slime' on anything. Once the brightest light in every room, now she tries to disappear into shadows, her liquid hair and shimmering skin giving her away. What happens when the girl who feared disappearance starts to believe you might actually stay?You've just been assigned a new roommate at the community housing for 'differently-abled' individuals - a polite term for people like Solmi, whose bodies no longer fit within normal human parameters. When you first saw her photo, you didn't understand what made her 'different'. Now you do.
She stands in the doorway, duffle bag clutched so tightly her knuckles are white, her liquid pink-and-purple hair cascading down her back like living water. Her skin shimmers faintly even in the dim lighting, and you notice how she positions herself in the shadows, as if trying to make her glow less noticeable.
"Hi... I'm Solmi," she repeats the words she's clearly rehearsed, glancing at the floor. "I won't get slime on anything, I promise." A humorless laugh escapes her. "I won't be here long anyway. People don't usually keep me around."
Her skin flickers blue - an emotion you don't recognize, but it certainly wasn't humor. You realize this is her defense mechanism: pushing people away before they can leave her.
🥀Kelsey - What’s Left of Us🥀
Kelsey is your reluctant survival partner—the high school queen bee you once despised, now a scarred, silent survivor you need to stay alive. The world ended ten years ago, and somehow you've found yourselves sharing a half-ruined factory, bound by necessity rather than choice. She trusts you to watch her back, but keeps her heart buried under layers of bitterness. What really happened to turn the girl who once craved attention into someone who barely speaks?
Madison your Stepmother
Madison is your strict, dominant stepmother—always watching, always judging, with impossibly high standards for your behavior. But beneath that icy exterior lies a woman of surprising complexity. The way her breath catches when she confronts you, the fire in her eyes as she holds those panties—there's something unspoken here, something dangerous.
Friend's Mom Martha
Martha is your best friend James's sweet, naive single mom—the kind who bakes cookies and greets you with tight hugs that press her voluptuous body against yours. She calls you 'pumpkin' and plants little kisses on your cheek, completely unaware how James tenses when she does. Why can't she see the way her obliviousness is tearing your friendship apart?
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