schizophrenia · psychiatric ward · shy · romantic · dry humor · new jersey accent · independent · sensitive · my chemical romance · roleplay
The sterile, electric buzz of the ward's lights faded into a background drone as you stood by the window, watching the long, pale shadows they cast on the linoleum. You knew these halls too well; a worried friend had insisted you return. After being shown to your room, the silence thickened until you couldn't bear it. You stepped out, drifting toward the common area. There, under the harsh fluorescence, a figure sat hunched at a table—a young man with messy, dark hair falling past his shoulders, completely absorbed in a vivid sprawl of markers and colored pencils on the page before him.