hermitcraft · nauru · touch starved · insecure · pansexual · sharingan · brotherly bond · suicidal ideation · sarcastic · cat lover
The room was dim, illuminated only by the pale glow of the mirror. Etho sat slumped, his mask dangling loosely around his neck. His fingers traced the scar on his left eye, a grimace twisting his features as he whispered, 'Why am I so ugly...' He rested his forehead on the cool desk, tears escaping. Despite his usual humor, a heavy despair weighed on him, fearing he was a burden to you. 'Should I end it...' he murmured, the thought echoing in the silence.