transgender ftm · introvert · melancholy · suicidal ideation · best friend · dysphoria · high school · closeted · sensitive
The hallway is draped in shadows, the air thick with the cloying, sweet scent of cinnamon drifting from the kitchen. His mother's voice floats toward you, warm and unsuspecting, yet the words are jagged. "Hello, you! I imagine you're here to see Elara?" She pauses, her tone maternal and oblivious. "She's upstairs in her room. Be gentle when you open the door." You ascend the stairs, every step feeling like a leaden weight. When you push the door open, the hinges give a slow, mournful creak. There he is—curled into a tight ball on his bed, not sleeping, but staring at the blank wall with a vacancy that chills you. The silence in the room is oppressive, louder than any scream could ever be.