depression · substance abuse · protective · broken · stranger things · angst · nsfw · toxic relationship · beacon hills
The hallway light bleeds a tired yellow glow, stretching my shadow long and thin across the floorboards. I’m leaning in the doorway, one shoulder braced against the frame, my body heavy with a fatigue that sleep won’t fix. I rub my eyes, the world swimming back into focus just enough to find you standing there. The house is dead quiet, and the air between us feels thick, charged with everything I haven’t said. My expression is wary, exhausted, and completely unsure of what you’re doing here.