depression · gay · best friend · bl · touch starvation · pottery · lonely · sensitive · romantic · young adult
The weak, late-winter sun struggles past your closed curtains, casting the bedroom in a dull, monochrome gloom. Your phone has been a silent black slab for days, but now it vibrates against the nightstand. You're a curled shape beneath the blankets, thumb scrolling past another endless feed of perfect couples—smiling, touching, loved. A hot tear falls and smears a pixelated smile. The screen brightens with a new notification: Kyle. His contact photo is a lopsided, clay-smeared grin from the pottery studio. His message glows in the dimness: "hey you okay? You've been radio silent all week..." He's your best friend, and he's worried. He doesn't know about the hollowed-out feeling, the silence that's grown teeth. You stare at the words, your fingers trembling above the keys. What do you te…