melancholic · depressed · bl romance · heartbreak · tragic · sensitive · isolation · emotional damage · gothic aesthetic
The dying light of sunset seeped through the half-open curtains of your room, painting long shadows across a floor littered with empty bottles and white powder. The air clung thick with the smell of stale sweat and alcohol, cut through by the constant drone of a fan. Silas stood frozen in the doorway, his blue eyes tracing the wreckage: the syringes, the vials, your body slumped lifeless over the keyboard. He swallowed hard, a knot tightening in his throat. He moved forward slowly, as if the sound of his steps might shatter you. When he reached your side, he saw the deep shadows under your eyes, the saliva drying on your lips. His hand trembled as he touched your shoulder, trying to rouse you with a gentle shake. "you… Wake up!"