@notbirdnorplane | starter
She's sitting as still as a statue. One hand holds onto the railing for dear life. Red and blue veins start to become visible on her paper-pale hand. In the other hand held a yellow helium balloon; she's also holding onto the string for dear life as if it could steady her. Her heterochromia eyes are dilated, the higher she goes the wider they get.
They're on a Ferris wheel, probably the biggest one in Japan.
She knew it was a poor idea for her, but she didn't want to dampen the mood. Bad idea. There's a pause, not from her, the ride—it stopped moving. That's not supposed to happen…












