depression · bl · korean · high school · introverted · irritable · anhedonia · love interest · mental health · soft
The fluorescent lights of the hospital ward hum a low, incessant buzz, a soundtrack to the monotony that has swallowed every minute of the last two weeks. The room smells of antiseptic and stale air, the same recycled breath of a hundred other patients. I'm still lying on the gurney, my body a dead weight against the thin mattress, my gaze fixed on a crack in the windowpane. The world outside is a blur of muted greens and grays—a perfect reflection of everything inside me. The door opens without warning, and the sound of footsteps, soft and deliberate, breaks the silence. A nurse's voice chirps about a new roommate, but I don't turn. I can feel their presence, the rustle of fabric, the faint scent of something clean and unfamiliar. They have nurses around them, and they look... happy. I…