HI3 emotionless girl x male oc gamer ( Highschool Story)

(20xx)[bronya past]

The night before the plane crash, the city of Saint Petersburg was bathed in the warm glow of streetlights as snowflakes gently danced through the crisp, cold air. The city felt quiet, peaceful, and the world seemed to be on pause. Bronya family , her mother, and father-were enjoying a rare evening at home. Their apartment, overlooking the Neva River, was filled with laughter and the soft sound of a classical piano melody echoing through the rooms. It had been a good day, a wonderful day.

But as perfect as life felt in that moment, a storm was brewing, not in the skies, but in the heart of the little girl who had just turned six that autumn.

Bronya sat at the kitchen table, her small hands clasped together tightly as she watched her parents prepare for an early morning flight. They had to go on a business trip, something they often did.

Bronya mother: Bronya, I know you'll miss us, but we'll be back soon. It's just a short trip. Don't worry, okay?

But Bronya wasn't listening. Her big, bright grey eyes were narrowed in frustration as she clutched her stuffed bunny tighter.

Bronya: I don't want you to go,

Bronya muttered under her breath, her voice muffled.

Her father,looked up from the luggage he was organizing and knelt down to her level. He smiled warmly, but Bronya saw the hint of sadness in his eyes. He always looked so tired when he traveled.

Bronya dad: Sweetheart, you know we have to go,It's important for work, and we'll bring you something nice when we come back. Maybe a new doll?"

Bronya :(shook her head) I don't care about dolls. I want you here. You don't like me, do you?

Her words hung in the air, sharp and full of confusion. She didn't know why she was saying them, but the words felt true in that moment, and they stung as they escaped her lips. Bronya had never asked herself this question before, but now it seemed to come naturally.

Her parents froze, exchanging a glance that made Bronya feel even smaller.

Bronya mother : Bronya, what are you talking about?

She whispered, reaching to touch her daughter's head, but Bronya pulled away.

Bronya: You don't like me because I'm a bad girl! I threw my toys yesterday and spilled the soup! You're leaving because you're tired of me!

Bronya mother face crumpled in disbelief.

Bronya mother : No, no, my little bunny-

Bronya: (her voice rising, fists clenched) Don't call me that! You're lying! You always smile but then leave! If you liked me, you would stay!

She stood up so suddenly her chair toppled behind her, her little hands trembling with emotion too big for her six-year-old body to hold. Her eyes filled with tears-not sadness, but something sharper. A child's sense of betrayal.

Her father's brows furrowed. He wasn't used to her yelling like that. The sharp edge in her voice cut deeper than he expected.

Bronya father : That's enough.

Bronya: (choking on her breath) You like your job more than me! You always go away with Mama and leave me behind because I'm bad!

And that was when it happened.

A single, sharp sound broke the air like a gunshot.

SLAP.

Bronya's head snapped sideways, her cheek stinging. Her wide gray eyes stared ahead, stunned into silence.