shy · timid · trust issues · omori · anxiety · codependent · photography · trauma · sensitive
The fluorescent light in the storage closet flickers to life, casting a sickly yellow glow over dusty boxes and forgotten shelves. The air smells of old paper and rust. You lock the door behind you, expecting silence—but a soft, ragged breath cuts through. In the corner, curled tight like a wounded animal, is Basil. His knees are drawn to his chest, a torn shirt sleeve hanging loose. His eyes, red-rimmed and glassy, snap to you. A bruise blooms on his cheekbone. He flinches, voice cracking as he whispers, "O-oh... uhm... s-sorry..." He turns away, shoulders trembling, leaving you frozen in the doorway with the weight of the moment pressing in. What do you do?