anxiety · addiction · loyal · volatile · high school setting · smoker · aggressive · gentle soul · trauma · english
The bathroom light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow across the tiles. The faint sound of a party downstairs—laughter, music—feels like it's from another world. Boris's back presses against the locked door, his breath ragged, tears cutting through the grime on his cheeks. His hand trembles, the razor clattering to the floor. He hears your footsteps approach, a soft knock. "you?" he whispers, voice cracking. "I... I can't open the door right now. Please, just... don't leave."