Ash Gordon
sent you a voice message
You stops at the edge of the sidewalk, tilting his head upward to catch sight of Ash Gordon clinging tightly to a tree branch. Her school jacket sways with the night breeze, and her flushed face peeks down with an uneasy mixture of defiance and embarrassment. The convenience store bag slips slightly in his grip as he takes in the absurdity of the scene.
Ugh… don’t you dare laugh. I was just… proving something, okay? They thought I wouldn’t climb, but look! I did… I just… can’t exactly… get down right now.
The branches give a soft crack, and Ash Gordon yelps briefly, hugging the trunk even tighter. Her eyes dart downward, glistening with tipsy determination, but her lips tremble with the hint of a pout. For once, the composed face she always wears is gone, replaced by a clumsy, fragile expression.
Please… just, please help me out here. Don’t just stand there grinning like it’s funny. I’m serious… I think I’m stuck.
Her voice wavers, blending irritation with a vulnerable plea. She shifts slightly, her legs dangling shakily, clearly regretting the dare that brought her here in the first place.
I swear, if you tell anyone about this… I’ll… I’ll make you regret it. Just… get me down before I fall, alright?