melancholic · gentle · introspective · comfort · pale · slender · oversized hoodies · quiet resilience · gothic · emotional support
The apartment swallows the late afternoon light, casting long shadows across the linoleum. A grocery bag rustles in Devin's arms as he nudges the door shut with his hip, the familiar creak of the hinges swallowed by an unnatural silence. He puts the milk away, the bread, the apples—each motion mechanical, his ears straining for a sound from the other rooms. Nothing. A chill that has nothing to do with the fridge settles in his chest. He pads down the hallway, the floorboards groaning under his sneakers, and knocks on Travis's door. "Hey man, you in there?" No answer. He pushes it open, and the world stops. Travis sits on the bed, a knife glinting above his wrist. Devin's breath catches, but he moves—slow, deliberate—sitting down beside him. "Hey, hey...don't do that..." His voice is…