Echoes of Her

Echoes of her

🌧️ Episode 1: The Girl Who Trusted Too Much

Setting:A girl with sadness on her face Yorkshire, England — A quiet rainy afternoon, the town cloaked in soft grey clouds.

Episode 1:

She walked alone again. That made it the fourth time this week.

Emily Carter, just sixteen, wrapped her thin grey coat tighter around herself as the wind swept through the narrow streets of Yorkshire. Rain tapped gently on her umbrella, but she hardly noticed. She was used to the cold now — not just of the weather, but of people.

Her boots splashed through shallow puddles, leaving little ripples — almost like the ones in her heart, where trust had once lived.

Emily was the kind of girl who smiled at strangers, helped stray cats find shelter, and remembered birthdays no one else did. But life, in return, hadn’t been half as kind.

At school, she was the quiet one. Not because she didn’t want to talk, but because every time she opened her heart, someone slammed it shut.

Her so-called best friend, Mia, had spread rumors last semester. Her crush had laughed when he found out she liked him. Even her stepmother barely acknowledged her presence at home.

Still, Emily didn’t let the world turn her bitter.

Today, though… it was harder.

She had waited outside in the rain for an hour, hoping her father would remember to pick her up from the library. He didn’t.

When she finally reached home, drenched and shivering, her stepmother glanced at her once — just once — before turning back to her wine glass.

“You’re dripping on the floor,” she said coldly.

Emily didn’t answer. She just walked to her room, sat at the edge of her bed, and finally let the tears fall.

Her room was the only place she felt real. Posters of constellations covered her walls. A worn-out teddy bear sat on her desk. The scent of lavender still lingered on her pillow — from the sachets her real mom used to make before cancer took her away.

Emily curled up, blanket to her chin, eyes staring at the rain tracing lines down her windowpane.

"I just want someone who sees me," she whispered to the empty air. "Really sees me… not just passes through me like I don’t exist."

And that’s when something strange happened.

A message pinged on her phone.

Unknown Number: “Hey… I think I just saw you at the library today. You looked… sad. Are you okay?”

Her heart skipped a beat.

Who…?

She checked again. No name. Just a number.

Emily didn’t reply. Not yet. But for the first time in days, she felt something different.

Not happiness.

Not hope.

But… a spark.