despite the two toned hair, a cinderella costume from the kid’s section dressed over her baggy jeans and smudged eyeliner, chai’s heart was POUNDING as she practically jogged past the shops and bars downtown. the sole thought on her mind was how she wished she could run faster to shake off the feeling she’s being followed, if only it weren't for the acoustic guitar that towered behind her, strapped onto her back. it took only a couple of glances over her shoulder, and her paranoia became reality. sighing, her usual internal battle commences. chai weighs out her options, the LAST thing she wants to do is approach someone with HER problems, maybe she could ditch the guitar and —
" HEY !! wait up ! " the words fell out of her mouth unrehearsed, calling out to the first person that fell into her line of sight, speeding towards them, her tone became almost a whisper. " hey. " exhausted, she holds a finger up as a plead for a second to catch her breath. " i’m SO sorry. this fuckin’ weirdo, 8 o'clock, don't look. help ... ? — let's just, let's just keep walking, please ? "













