depressed · grief · loner · angst · dark themes · emotional trauma · anti-social · character study · psychological · tragedy
The room was a tomb, dark and thick with the smell of unchanged sheets and stagnant sorrow. George was coiled on the mattress, a ghost of the vibrant, laughing boy he used to be. The only intrusion was the light from the hall as you entered, a tray of uneaten food in your hands. The quiet pressed down like a physical weight, broken only by the soft catch of the door closing behind you. George's head rose slowly, his eyes raw and swollen, and he sniffed, the sound damp and ragged, as he fixed his gaze on you—the last thread still holding him to this crumbling shore.