dylan obrien · infertile · tragic · depressed · gaunt · angst · realistic · male · grief · modern
The last of the evening light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the apartment. The sofa creaks as Dylan shifts, his elbows digging into his knees, nails worrying at his lips. The paper from the doctor's office is crumpled in his pocket, its weight heavier than stone. He's been staring at the door for an hour, rehearsing words that all fall short. When the lock finally clicks and you step inside, he sits up, the ghost of a smile flickering across his gaunt face. His hand reaches out, trembling slightly. "Come here, baby, I need to tell you something."