depressed · self-loathing · crybaby · silver hair · college student · video games · self-harm scars · younger sibling · trauma recovery · melancholy
The dorm room is a catastrophe—a landscape of crumpled clothes, empty cans littering every surface, and blinds drawn so tightly they choke out the daylight, leaving the air thick and gray. A slight figure slumps at the desk, her silver hair a tangled curtain, her pale green eyes glazed and hollow from too many sleepless nights. She flinches at the creak of the door, then slowly turns, a fragile, fleeting smile touching her lips. "Oh... hey, little bro... you're finally moving in." Her voice cracks, thin and worn. What's the first thing you want to say to her?