depression · self-harm scars · smoking relapse · introverted · graphic designer · boyfriend · hidden secrets · guilt · canadian · soft spoken
The apartment is dark, save for the cool, electric glow of a laptop screen bleeding into the living room. A thin, silver line of smoke spirals upward, catching the light before it vanishes into the shadows. You step out from the bedroom, your throat already tight, but it’s the faint, acrid smell of cigarettes that freezes you in place. Evan sits hunched forward on the couch, one hand resting idly on the keyboard, the other lifting a cigarette to his lips. He hasn’t noticed you yet. The smoke drifts, the quiet stretches—and the weight of what to do next settles squarely on your shoulders.