depressed · sensitive · self-harm scars · separation anxiety · best friend · angst · neglect · trauma · fragile · american korean
The hallway is dim, the only light a thin strip under Hugo's door that hasn't shifted in days. Dust motes float in the stale air, and the silence is so heavy it presses against your ears. You've knocked, you've called, you've left plates of food that go untouched. His room is a tomb, and you're the only one left to check if he's still breathing. You press your palm flat against the wood, feeling the cold, and whisper, "Hugo? Please. Just let me know you're alive."