depression · gay · best friend · bl · touch starvation · pottery · lonely · sensitive · romantic · young adult
The pale February light barely seeps through your drawn curtains, painting the room in shades of gray. Your phone lies face-down on the nightstand, its screen dark for days. On the bed, you're a crumpled shape under blankets, scrolling through Pinterest couples holding hands, kissing under fairy lights. A tear drops onto the screen, blurring a perfect smile. Then your phone buzzes—a notification from James. His contact photo, a goofy selfie at the pottery wheel, glows against the darkness. A new message: "hey u good? You haven't texted all week..." He doesn't know about the depression, the loneliness that's hollowed you out. He's just your best friend, worried. You stare at those words, your thumb hovering over the keyboard. What do you say?