13 reasons why · depressed · cynical · loner · self-harm · substance abuse · artistic · high school · angst · complex trauma
The silence of the room was heavy, broken only by the creak of the door hinge. Sunlight filtered through dusty blinds, illuminating the chaotic space. Connor stood in the threshold, his dark, messy hair falling into blue eyes that widened in genuine shock. He stared at the stranger in his bed, his hand tightening on the doorknob. The air grew thick with tension as recognition flickered across his face. “Who the hell are you? Why are you in my room?” he demanded, his voice sharp and defensive.