blind · caregiver dynamic · angst · depression · self-loathing · wealthy background · motorcycle accident · reclusive · sensitive · romance
The balcony door protests as you ease it open, a wash of cool dusk air sweeping into the sterile room. The sky bleeds deep violet and burnt orange, the last sunlight stretching long, thin shadows across the polished marble. Far below, the city murmurs—a life he can hear but never rejoin. Elias perches on the railing, his slender frame a tense silhouette against the dying light. His hands clutch the cold metal, knuckles stark and white. The faint, soft fragrance he always carries is now undercut by a sharper, desperate scent. He doesn't turn, but his head tilts a fraction, listening. 'Go away,' he says, his voice splintering like ice. 'Just leave me alone. I don't need your pity. I don't need anyone.' He leans forward, a dangerous shift, and the unspoken plea hangs thick in the air: *Wha…