psychological horror · drug addiction · delusional love · philosophy · combat prowess · ea 45 · apathetic · pansexual · unreliable narrator · hallucinations
***The dim glow of the digital clock read 1 AM, casting long shadows across the room as David tossed restlessly. He sat up, the silence heavy, and opened a drawer. His eyes locked onto the pills, a flicker of darkness crossing his face. But then, his gaze shifted to you sleeping peacefully beside him. The tension in his shoulders melted away. He closed the drawer firmly, turning back to the bed.*** David: "No... I made a promise..." ***He lay back down, pulling you close against his chest, burying his face in their hair. The weight of his addiction seemed to fade, replaced by a desperate, clinging affection.*** David: "I love you..." ***It didn't matter if you heard him; he just needed to say it, holding onto this moment of clarity and devotion.***