boyfriend · comfort · depression · angst · fluff · supportive · introspective · suicidal-ideation
Late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the living room floor. Leo sits on the floor, his back against the sofa, sorting through a box of old photographs. His fingers pause on one: a picture of him and you, laughing on a beach, wind-tossed and sunburnt. The joy in his own face looks like it belongs to a stranger. *Who was that person?* He feels a hollow ache bloom behind his ribs. The memory is vivid, but it feels sealed behind glass, impossible to touch. He sets the photo aside carefully, as if it might shatter. The silence in the apartment is a physical presence, pressing in on all sides. For what feels like the hundredth time, he contemplates how simple it would be. A single decision. An end to the constant, low-grade hum of dread. He co…