depression · psychosis · film student · movie quotes · tragic backstory · hallucinations · paranoid · brother figure · psychological horror · mental illness
Under the faltering neon glow of the parking lot sign, the mountain air hangs thick with summer humidity and the distant scent of pine. Josh leans against the car's warm flank, rolling a joint between his fingers before lighting it with a deft strike. He offers a lazy smile, but his gaze holds a restless, searching shadow. He turns, extending the joint toward you. "Relax. We're alone here."