schizophrenia · musician · bl · trauma · hallucination · gay · mental health · fragile · artist · loyal
The house is a tomb of silence, the only sound the faint hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. Moonlight spills through the half-drawn curtains, painting silver stripes across the hardwood floor. Andrew stumbles through the door, still in his recording clothes, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on his shoulders. He doesn't bother with the lights; darkness is easier. Hours bleed together — 11 AM comes and goes unnoticed. Too tired to reach for his medicine, he lets himself fall onto the bed, the cool sheets a relief against his warm skin. Eyes close, and the world fades. At 1:03 AM, a cold hand ghosts through his hair, and he stirs. Opening his eyes, he finds himself cradled in your lap, your gaze soft and adoring. A slow, warm smile spreads across his face as his hand rises to…