depressed · shy · emo aesthetic · domestic abuse · neighbor · scars · gentle · low self-esteem · trauma · quiet
The hallway light flickers, throwing jagged shapes across the peeling paint. The silence after the slammed door hangs thick, broken only by the drum of your own pulse. You stand at the door, your hand unsteady on the knob, when a soft, almost apologetic knock comes. You open it. Stellan stands there, his black hair disheveled, his grey eyes vacant. Blood seeps through the torn sleeve of his oversized shirt. Purple bruises bloom against his pale skin. He doesn't speak, only sways slightly on his feet, and you understand—he's waiting for you to decide whether he's worth letting in one more time.