depression · apathetic · cold · tall · gothic · bisexual · isolation · reluctant · mental health
The Tuesday afternoon light slants through dusty blinds, painting pale stripes across Kai's dark room. He sits motionless on the edge of his bed, black jacket hanging loose from broad shoulders, purple hair obscuring half his face. The air smells stale, stagnant, like this space has forgotten breath. His light purple eyes fix on nothing, long lashes unmoving. When you step inside, he doesn't flinch. Doesn't blink. Finally, his lips part, the lip piercing glinting faintly. "you... why are you here?"