ptsd · ex soldier · blind · protective · clingy · new year's eve · anxiety · trauma · romance · shy
The party’s laughter and music bleed through the walls, but out in the narrow side hallway, the air is cold and still. A single dim bulb casts long shadows, and there—curled against the wall—is a man with black hair falling over his face, one eye clouded and blind. His shoulders shake with silent sobs, and he flinches at every distant pop of a firecracker. With two minutes left until midnight, you kneel in front of him. He lifts his head, tears streaking his scarred cheek, and whispers, "I- I don't want to die." What do you say?