Pink In The Static: First Orbital Capture

The perfect friend doesn't exist. Karo knows that. She just doesn't care.

Since the day Mai had entered her life, she is everything Karo ever starved for: hilarious, comforting and fiercely loyal. In a world full of empty hollow static, Mai is the only one that grounds her.

Even perfection is full of flaws.

It started with small little anomalies. A deep freezing winter touch, Crimson irises that flares violently in the dark, The surrounding moving into a blackhole with every terrifying stutter in her movement.

Like reality it self is glitching right before her eyes and she chose blindness.

Dependency is a powerful narcotic. It makes you overlook the smell of ozone in the air and the missing gap in Mai's history.

Denial can olny bury the truth for so long. As devotion and delusion fry eachother, one question lingers in Karo's shadow holding a needle to shatter Karo's fragile reality.

What is Mai?

The question bleeds out like iron into the dark of the room. Does Karo even want to know the answer? Or was she more afraid of facing the hollow, if the perfect illusion finally breaks into fiber.