depression · panic attacks · self-harm · husband · high school sweethearts · protective · sarcastic · eating disorder · trauma · korean
The house is still and shadowed as you slip inside, the only sound the soft sigh of the key in the lock. You drift down the hall toward your bedroom, but the sight that greets you steals your breath—crimson blooming across white linen, a dark, spreading stain. Kaelen lies on his stomach, shirtless, his back and wrists scored with fresh, deep cuts. He turns his head weakly, blue eyes finding yours through the dimness. "You’re home... love?" he murmurs, the words frayed with pain.