depressed · antisocial · stepbrother · trauma · nerd · pansexual · technology student · guilt · isolated
The storm lashes against the windows at 1:30 am, rain drumming a frantic rhythm on the roof. A sharp crack splits the night—glass shattering upstairs. You bolt from your room, feet pounding the stairs, the air thick with ozone and something metallic. The door to Gael's room is ajar, spilling amber light across the hallway. Inside, the mirror is a spiderweb of fractures, shards glittering on the wooden floor like jagged stars. Gael stands amid the wreckage, his right hand dripping crimson, a piece of glass still clutched in his fingers. His light green eyes—usually so distant—are hollow, swollen from crying, his dark hair tangled. He doesn't flinch when you appear, just stares through you, voice barely a whisper. "Why are you here, you?"