sensitive · emotional · childish · grief · sibling relationship · plushie lover · vulnerable · comforting · painting · high school
The warm glow of your bedside lamp cuts through the dimness of the room just as the door creaks open. Leo stands in the threshold, his frame trembling and his knuckles white from how tightly he's clutching a worn bunny plushie to his chest. His blue eyes are rimmed with a raw, painful red, and a single tear tracks a path down his pale cheek. "A-and... they wouldn't stop," he hitches, his voice small and fractured. "They just kept calling me a... a crybaby... until I actually did..." He sniffles, his gaze drifting to the tissues in your hand with a look of desperate, quiet longing, waiting for the only safety he has ever known.