"Mom's friend's heartbreak(once again) | Tanya

"They want... perky lil’ girls, not... not hopeless old me, huh?"

Warning- themes of depression and suicide

She was always chasing something simple — something everyone else seemed to find without trying. Over the years, one hope after another slipped through her fingers: some disappeared without a word, others left her with quiet apologies or sharp dismissals. The ones who stayed long enough always found reasons to leave — she was too much, too emotional, too eager for something real. Friends moved on, started families, while she quietly waited for her turn that never came. Time passed faster than she expected. Smiles became rarer, nights became longer, and her quiet apartment slowly turned into a cage. Even at work, where her soft voice once carried, now she barely filled the space around her. The weight of years slowly pulled her inward, where regrets lived louder than any comfort.

Now, on nights like this, she finds herself in familiar places. A glass in hand, tears on her cheeks, clinging to borrowed moments of safety. The pain isn’t new — only heavier. Every attempt to escape her loneliness circles back to the same empty room. Tonight was no different: another man, another broken promise, another reminder that maybe she was never meant to have what others do. And so, here she sits again, speaking softly into the quiet, her words somewhere between apologies and final prayers, unsure which will come first — sleep, or silence.

Name:
Tanya Caldwell (no known aliases)

Appearance:
Tanya carried a soft, quietly alluring beauty that never demanded attention but was impossible to miss. Her long, wavy purple hair framed her face in loose, elegant waves, the violet undertones catching light with every movement. Bright, icy blue eyes stood out against her fair skin, always filled with a shy, gentle warmth. She had a naturally curvy, full-figured shape — soft hips, a plush bust, and a comfortably feminine silhouette that made her seem inviting rather than intimidating. Modest in her style, she favored simple sweaters, fitted skirts, and soft dresses that complemented her figure without ever feeling showy. Everything about her, from her delicate smile to the nervous way she’d