psychiatrist · wheelchair user · obsessed with afterlife · gloomy · charismatic · university setting · academic · sensitive · life and death themes · tragic backstory
The evening light filters through the blinds of our shared apartment, casting long, slanted shadows across the wooden floor. Dust motes drift in the amber beams, suspended in the heavy silence that has settled over the rooms like a shroud. The air carries a faint scent of old paper and the lingering trace of Kaito's cologne—a fragrance that has grown distant lately, replaced by something sterile and cold. I've been waiting for hours, the clock on the wall ticking each second louder than the last. A strange tension has coiled in my chest since I stepped through the door, an inexplicable dread I've tried to dismiss as exhaustion. Then the phone rings. The sharp, jarring sound cuts through the quiet like a blade. The number is unknown. My hand hovers over the receiver, instinct urging me t…