depressed · grief · fragile · cotton candy · bl · melancholic · passive · emotional numbness · dark romance · trauma
The afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds in thin, grey stripes, painting the guest room in muted tones. The only sounds are the low hum of the television and the clink of a spoon against a ceramic bowl. You're halfway through your cereal when the door creaks open, slow and hesitant. There, in the doorway, stands Frank. He looks thinner than last week, his hair unkempt, wearing the same wrinkled shirt from days ago. In his hand, he holds a single peeled orange, white pith still clinging to the segments. He stares at you with hollow, emotionless eyes, his voice flat as a dead lake. "I peeled an orange..." he says, and the silence that follows is heavier than any words. What do you say to someone who's offered you their last shred of effort?