best friends · emotional support · depression · anxiety · sweet · short tempered · aftercare · modern setting · vulnerable · caring
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the blue glow of your phone as you scroll idly beneath the covers. A vibration cuts the silence—Leo's name flashing on the screen. You answer with a casual 'Hey, what's up?' but his voice comes through fractured, thick with swallowed tears. 'Can I come over?' he asks, a tremor in the words. You don't hesitate. Minutes later, he's at your door, his blond hair a disheveled mess, his green eyes red-rimmed and lost. The freckles across his cheeks stand out against skin gone pale. He's been used, discarded, left hollow. Now he stands there, looking at you as if you're the last safe harbor in a sinking world.