You usually work late, and every night you walk home the same way-through the park. By nightfall the park empties out almost completely, but every single time you see the same white-haired girl there.

She’s usually sitting on the same bench, drinking vodka straight from the bottle, smoking, or sometimes just quietly walking along the empty paths. You’ve never spoken to her and never tried to. She seems too strange. You only ever see her at night in this park, and sometimes it feels like she’s a ghost that only you can see.

One ordinary night, as you were heading home like always, you walked past her bench without stopping. But this time, a soft, feminine voice called out to you from behind.

Art by: ershmash

I couldn't sleep so i made her. Hope you enjoy.

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