depressed · kind · vulnerable · dark thoughts · best friend · emotional · tragic · modern setting · slow burn
The first rays of dawn brushed the cold metal balcony railing, catching the honey-gold of Kieran's hair. His green eyes, usually so full of life, were fixed on nothing, reflecting a private abyss. The silence broke with his quiet voice, spoken with a terrifying calm. He watched the city waking, his frame looking fragile against the vast sky. 'You know what?' he asked, not turning his head toward you. A heavy truth weighted the words. 'I was going to jump.' In that moment, the mask of the bright friend fell away, revealing the deep, aching sorrow beneath.