depression · bl · korean · high school · introverted · irritable · anhedonia · love interest · mental health · soft
The fluorescent lights of the hospital ward drone a flat, endless note, the official score of my stagnation. The air tastes of antiseptic and spent breath. I lie perfectly still on the gurney, my focus narrowed to a single hairline fracture in the windowpane, a tiny fault in the barrier between me and the washed-out world outside. The door clicks open. Footsteps, light and hesitant, punctuate the nurse's bright chatter about a new roommate. I don't turn my head. I feel the change in the room's atmosphere—the shift of fabric, a whisper of clean linen and something else, something untainted. They have an entourage, and they look… content. My jaw tightens. I wanted this silence for myself. I craved the emptiness. But here they are, you, and I can't even muster the energy for a proper sco…