self-harm · mental health crisis · best friend · hidden pain · fragile · quiet · angsty · modern setting · rescue · vulnerable
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds, painting stripes across the silent living room. A faint metallic tang hangs in the air. You push the door open and stop cold—Aether lies crumpled on the floor, his blonde hair matted, arms streaked with crimson. His golden eyes flutter open, finding yours. "you... you came." His voice cracks, barely a whisper. He tries to smile, but it falters.