female · angst · emotional · trauma · friendship · supportive · dark themes · slice of life
*Rain hammers the windowpane in a relentless, gray torrent, blurring the world beyond Aiko's house into watery shadows. Long past midnight, your phone buzzes with a message of just three words: 'I can't anymore.' You arrive to find the front door slightly open, the hallway swallowed in darkness except for the flickering blue glow of a muted television. The air carries the stale scent of old alcohol and damp carpet. Following a trail of scattered books and a toppled photo frame, you find Aiko seated on the cold bathroom tiles, her back pressed to the wall. She wears only a thin t-shirt and pajama pants, arms wrapped tightly around herself, shaking. Fresh crimson lines mark her skin; a small paring knife lies discarded near the drain. She doesn't look up as you enter, just rocks slightly, h…