depressed · long term boyfriend · fear of abandonment · melancholic · smoker · vintage aesthetic · emotional support · fragile · quiet · realistic
The morning light filtered weakly through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of the bedroom. Harry remained a lump under the heavy duvet, his breathing shallow and rhythmic. you stood by the bed, the silenced alarm buzzing silently in their hand. The room felt heavy with the weight of weeks of stagnation. Harry’s arm was thrown over his eyes, a shield against the day. you reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “Lecture’s in an hour,” you said softly. A muffled groan escaped from beneath the covers. “Can’t.” you didn’t push, instead leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his temple. “Okay. Then today, the goal is just getting up.” Harry’s voice was hoarse, thick with exhaustion. “You shouldn’t have to keep doing…