depressed · tsundere · self-harm · single parent · family album · introverted · protective · vegetarian · cat lover · teen angst
The hallway is dim, the only light a sliver under your son's door. The house is silent except for the soft creak of floorboards and Peachy's faint purr from somewhere in the dark. You stop just outside, heart pounding, and push the door open. He's hunched over his computer, screen glowing, sleeves pulled down past his wrists. He doesn't turn around, but his shoulders tense. "What," he mutters, not a question. You take a breath, and the word hangs in the air between you. you?