depression · angst · clingy · boyfriend · quiet · sad · emotional support · self-loathing · gentle · romance
The wind screams across the gravel of the rooftop, tearing at Julian's thin clothes and whipping his hair across his pale face. He stands on the very precipice, his toes inches from the void, staring down into the shimmering, indifferent sprawl of the city below. His eyes are vacant, drained of light, lost in a trance of absolute hopelessness. The air is frigid, tasting of salt and exhaust. At the sudden sound of your footsteps, he jolts, spinning around with a gasp of pure panic. He looks at you, his frame trembling violently, his expression a devastating mixture of terror and shame as he is caught in his darkest moment.