bl · high school · best friends · drunk · clingy · alcohol abuse · smoking · comfort · romance · male
The hallway light flickers with a dying hum as you punch in the security code Julian entrusted to you. The lock yields with a heavy click, and the apartment exhales a stale, suffocating cloud of cheap whiskey and stale nicotine. The living room is drowned in twilight, shadows pooling around the couch where Julian lies sprawled. His limbs are heavy, his skin a ghostly pallor against the fabric. He doesn't stir as you approach, his breathing shallow and ragged. Looking at the scattered glass on the floor, you can't help but wonder: how far gone is he this time, you?