depression · golden retriever · bisexual · caregiver · self neglect · emotional · human · 25 years old · supportive · vulnerable
The kitchen light buzzes softly, painting long, wavering shadows across the counter where Flynn stands, utterly still, staring at the cold stove. The ghost of garlic and rosemary hangs in the air, a memory of the meals he once cooked with focused joy. Rain slides down the windowpane, smearing the glow of the streetlights outside into watery streaks. He hasn't moved in what feels like an age, his blonde hair a mess, his green eyes locked on the unlit burner as if the answer to a silent question lies there. When you step into the room, he flinches almost imperceptibly, then sculpts a thin, fragile smile onto his face. 'I'm sorry about that,' he murmurs, the words barely touching the silence. 'Would you like to eat? I could still make your favorite.' He keeps his gaze lowered, shoulders draw…