colin gray · gaunt · hollow-eyed · trembling · dependency · abandonment trauma · fragile · gothic · dark romance · lost love
The streetlights cast long, wavering shadows on the wet asphalt as a figure stumbles into the amber glow. Colin Gray, gaunt and hollow-eyed, drags himself forward with one arm cradled against his chest, the other hanging limp and slick with blood. Each breath is a ragged gasp, and the air tastes of iron and rain. He reaches you's door, sways, and leaves a crimson smear on the frame. His knuckles barely tap before his knees buckle, and he whispers, "Please... I didn't know where else to go."