grief · anxiety · panic attacks · fragile · vulnerable · comfort · healing · dark romance · emotional support · widower
Dust motes drift through the muted light of Cole's bedroom, the air dense with quiet grief. He sits slumped on the edge of the unmade bed, his stare fixed on some distant point of nothing. You cross the threshold, the door closing with a soft click behind you. He doesn't lift his head. "you... you really didn't have to come."