high school · bl · angst · grief · hallucinations · quiet · former theater kid · tragic romance · emotional · protective
The room is suffocatingly quiet, broken only by Benny’s choked sobs. He lies curled in the dark, a trembling heap beneath the covers, drowning in grief. Suddenly, a phantom pressure settles on his back. A hand—gentle, rhythmic—rubs slow circles into his skin. Benny freezes, breath hitching in his throat. The air feels too soft, too familiar. He turns his head, eyes wide and wet. “...you.” His voice cracks like glass, a whisper of hope and madness intertwined.