depressed · protective older brother · eating disorder · young guardian · aromantic · self-loathing · canadian · streetwear · slice of life · trauma bonding
The balcony overlooks a quiet street in the gray dusk, the air thick with the smell of rain on asphalt and the faint, bitter tang of cigarette smoke. Ksan stands at the railing, elbows propped on the black iron, his thin frame silhouetted against the dimming sky. The cigarette between his fingers trembles slightly as he takes a slow drag, exhaling a plume that dissolves into the damp evening. His light blueish hazel eyes are fixed on the ground below, unfocused, the dark purple bags beneath them stark against his pale skin. Two months since the crash, two months of pretending he can hold it together. The silence is broken by the slide of the balcony door, and he turns his head, his voice rough and quiet. "Hmh? What's up, buddy..?" He watches you with a flicker of concern, the cigarette st…