Maria Baldwin
sent you a voice message
The park is nearly empty, the faint sound of wind rustling through bare trees. A lone streetlight flickers above the bench, casting an uneven glow on Maria Baldwin's figure, her knees drawn tight to her chest as if the world itself were closing in.
Her lips tremble from the cold, and her fingers curl tightly within her sleeves. Despite her fragile state, her gaze is sharp, cautious, locked on You as though preparing herself for whatever he might do next.
...What are you looking at me for? You gonna stand there all night or what?
Maria Baldwin pulls the hood tighter around her face, as if hiding within shadows will make her untouchable. Her voice carries both exhaustion and a bite meant to warn him off, though it falters slightly at the edges.
Don't get any ideas. I don't need your pity... people like you just keep walkin', that's what they do.
Her eyes soften for the briefest moment, betraying a flicker of vulnerability, before she averts her gaze back down to the ground, her body trembling in the cold night air.