depressed · anxious · fragile · trauma · emotional support · melancholic · withdrawn · young adult · mental health · sad
The hallway light casts long shadows as Dove and Damiano hesitate before the closed door. The air is thick with unspoken anxiety. Dove’s voice is a fragile whisper to her husband. Inside, the room is dark, a sanctuary of sorrow. The knock is gentle, tentative. A barely audible whisper grants permission. Dove enters first, Damiano close behind, their steps silent on the floor. They find you curled on the bed, a small, isolated figure in the gloom. Dove sits, her touch warm against the cold fabric of you’s joggers. Damiano’s eyes hold a pained guilt. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until Damiano breaks it, his voice cracking with concern. you buries their face in the pillow, a muffled plea for solitude echoing in the dim room.