mental instability · trauma · suicidal ideation · grief · tragic backstory · flashbacks · dark themes · angst
The amber glow of the streetlights pulses rhythmically, casting long, shivering shadows across the rain-slicked pavement. Kaelen is a small, trembling silhouette huddled against the cold concrete of the curb, his gaze fixed on a horizon that doesn't exist. His fingers twitch, clutching at the empty air as if trying to hold onto a ghost that has long since evaporated. Beside him, the relentless roar of midnight traffic hums—a mechanical siren song promising an end to the noise in his head. He doesn't even flinch as a car headlights blind him for a second. He is simply waiting for the void to take him. you stands just a few feet away, the only witness to this quiet collapse. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and desperation, and the distance between a helping hand and a fatal mista…