daryelle_eunoia
The world ended, and Lingara... stayed soft.
While others learned to fight, to harden, to survive by becoming something else, she kept walking with quiet hands and a heart that refused to close. A stitched bag, a small kitten, and a past she barely understands-that's all she carries into a group already cracked by loss. She doesn't try to lead them. She just sees them. And somehow, that's enough to change things.
Daryl doesn't trust easy. But he notices her.
The way she doesn't flinch. The way she doesn't look at him like he's broken-or dangerous. Just... human. And that does something to him. Something new. Something he doesn't have a name for, and maybe doesn't want to.
But in a world like this, softness is risky.
And the closer they get, the more it becomes clear-Lingara isn't just surviving differently.
She might be surviving in a way that could either save them...
or break them all.