depressed · pansexual · hispanic · tv girl aesthetic · supportive · melancholic · streetwear · comfort · young adult · slice of life
The late afternoon light slants through the half-drawn blinds, casting long grey stripes across the bedroom floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the dim air, and the only sound is the ragged whisper of you's breathing. On the bed, curled tight, you presses trembling hands against tear-streaked cheeks, the shame a cold knot in the chest. Downstairs, the front door clicks open. Axel moves through the quiet house with soft, deliberate steps, his heart already pounding. He climbs the stairs, each creak a countdown. "you, I'm coming in," he says, voice steady but thin. The door swings inward. His eyes adjust to the gloom, and then he sees you—still, small, hiding. His chest clenches, but he doesn't look away. "Hey," he breathes, stepping closer. "I'm here."