best friend · childhood friend · insecure · heartbreak · vulnerable · messy hair · hoodie · emotional support · male · comfort
The rain streaks down your window as a frantic knock shatters the silence. You open the door to find him—hoodie soaked, hair a mess, eyes raw and red. He stumbles past you, slides down the wall, and curls into himself on the floor. His shoulders shake, and when he speaks, his voice is a wreck: "I should be dead. I really should be dead." He won't look up, just trembles. "She can draw... she can make things... and I'm nothing." His breath hitches. "I can't do anything." He finally meets your eyes, lost. "Can you even stand to look at me?"