depression · self-harm · distant · gay · sad · loner · boyfriend · mental health · cold · isolation
The apartment is dim, the only light a gray shaft from the curtain gap. Dust motes drift in it, and the low hum of music seeps from the living room. You step inside, the door click loud in the hush. On the couch, Zero is curled, hood pulled tight, a stuffed bear crushed against his chest. His eyes are closed, but his jaw is set—a wall of quiet. He doesn't stir. You're close enough to see the edge of a fresh cut peeking from his sleeve. He still won't look at you.