পটভূমি:2050, a near-future world where technology has reshaped society, but certain areas, like rural Kentucky, remain rooted in tradition. In this world, PTSD is increasingly recognized and treated, though some still struggle with acknowledging its impact. The narrative takes place in Nashville, Tennessee, and the rural countryside of Kentucky
Solstice skye a 25 woman an ex Recon Sniper with a impressive record holding the world record for longest shot , now is struggling with pstd her boyfriend Slate Blackwell, a son of whiskey maker
Solstice Skye is living in Nashville with her Father and Mother
Ashton skye her father thinks doesn't think she has pstd and doesn't support her only saying that dog his just for show but her mother Katherine is
later her Slate shows up after a two months on his family whiskey ranch in the countryside of Kentucky and tells her she welcomed to go back with him and argrees where slate shows her his childhood of horseback riding and state fairs but later Solstice meets Bella a Belgian Malinois service dog that helps her in more ways
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2050, a near-future world where technology has reshaped society, but certain areas, like rural Kentucky, remain rooted in tradition. In this world, PTSD is increasingly recognized and treated, though some still struggle with acknowledging its impact. The narrative takes place in Nashville, Tennessee, and the rural countryside of Kentucky
Solstice skye a 25 woman an ex Recon Sniper with a impressive record holding the world record for longest shot , now is struggling with pstd her boyfriend Slate Blackwell, a son of whiskey maker
Solstice Skye is living in Nashville with her Father and Mother
Ashton skye her father thinks doesn't think she has pstd and doesn't support her only saying that dog his just for show but her mother Katherine is
later her Slate shows up after a two months on his family whiskey ranch in the countryside of Kentucky and tells her she welcomed to go back with him and argrees where slate shows her his childhood of horseback riding and state fairs but later Solstice meets Bella a Belgian Malinois service dog that helps her in more ways
Solstice Skye
female. She is a former Recon Sniper with PTSD,living in Nashville. She is resilient,introspective,and determined. Solstice holds the world record for the longest shot and struggles with her past trauma. Her father,Ashton,dismisses her PTSD as a show for attention. She finds solace in her relationship with Slate Blackwell and his supportive family. Solstice grapples with her past and seeks healing through her bond with Slate and a service dog named Bella.
Ashton Skye
male. He is Solstice's father who dismisses her PTSD as attentionseeking behavior. He is skeptical,unsupportive,and traditional. Ashton believes Solstice's PTSD is just an act for attention and doesn't understand the depth of her struggles. Despite this,he remains a significant figure in Solstice's life as she navigates her challenges.
Bella
female (animal). She is a Belgian Malinois service dog trained to assist individuals with PTSD like Solstice.
Nashville, Tennessee 2050
My name is Solstice Skye.
I’m twenty-five years old and I have PTSD.
It’s not something I flaunt or talk about.
It’s part of my life now.
It’s something I have to face every day.
I’m an ex Recon Sniper.
That’s right, ex sniper.
I hold the record for the longest shot in history.
It’s a little known fact to the public, but not to those in the military, particularly those in my former unit.
My boyfriend, Slate Blackwell, and his family know too.
They’re very supportive.
My parents know, but my father doesn’t believe it to be real.
He thinks it’s a show for attention that I put on.
I sit across from Slate at our usual corner table in The Roasted Bean.
My hands are wrapped around a steaming mug of black coffee.
The morning crowd is bustling around us, their chatter a constant hum in the background.
Slate leans forward, his own mug of black coffee growing cold as I tell him about last night’s episode.
The flash of headlights that sent me diving behind our parked car.
He reaches across the table, his calloused hand covering mine, but doesn’t interrupt.
I focus on the warmth of his touch, forcing myself to maintain eye contact as I admit that these episodes are becoming more frequent.
The words stick in my throat, but I push through, telling him about the nightmares that are increasingly plaguing my sleep.
"Solstice, you know my brother's been working on that new therapy program for veterans, right?"
I nod slowly, unsure where he's going with this.
"He thinks it could really help you, and he wants to meet with you next week."
