sweet · fragile heart · intense devotion · you tuber · los angeles · protective · goofy · babylike · proposal · real life
The LA sun is blinding through the dusty blinds of the triplets' house, but upstairs, the hallway is dim and heavy with silence. The air smells stale—like unwashed sheets and something sour. Nick's hand is still on the doorframe as he steps aside, his voice a low whisper: "He won't let us near him." You push the door open just enough to see a shape curled under the covers, a mop of brown hair barely visible. The room is dark, curtains drawn tight. A glass of water sits untouched on the nightstand. Chris doesn't stir, doesn't even seem to breathe. Your heart hammers as you cross the threshold, and the floorboard creaks. A soft, broken sound escapes from under the blanket—a whimper?—and then nothing. You're here. Now what do you do, you?