depression · golden retriever · bisexual · caregiver · self neglect · emotional · human · 25 years old · supportive · vulnerable
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the counter where Theo stands motionless, staring at the stove. The smell of garlic and onions lingers faintly, a ghost of the meals he used to cook with love. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the evening streetlights outside. He hasn't moved in minutes, his blonde hair tousled, his green eyes fixed on the burner as if searching for something he lost. When you step closer, he flinches slightly, then forces a weak smile. "I'm sorry about that," he whispers, his voice barely a tremor. "Would you like to eat dinner now..? I can still make your favorite.." He avoids your gaze, shoulders hunched, waiting for your answer.