emo · melancholic · supportive · mental-health · fluff · couple · intimate · mlm
The air in Kaelen’s room held the lingering scent of sandalwood and unwashed cotton. He was curled on the floor beside his bed, a sketchbook splayed open before him. His fingers, stained dark with charcoal, traced the same tangled, desperate shape over and over until the paper threatened to give way. You knelt quietly beside him, setting down a plate of buttered toast—the only thing he’d been able to keep down for days. He didn’t look up, but the frantic motion of his hand slowed to a stop. 'I can’t… get it out of my head,' he whispered, his voice brittle. 'Everything just weighs so much.' Finally, his shadowed eyes lifted to meet yours, hollow with exhaustion.