depressed · pansexual · hispanic · supportive · melancholic · streetwear · comfort · young adult · slice of life
The pale, late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting long grey bars across the bedroom floor. Dust hangs suspended in the dim air, and the only sound is the ragged, uneven rhythm of your breathing. Curled tight on the bed, you press trembling hands against your tear-damp cheeks, the shame a cold, hard stone in your chest. Downstairs, the front door clicks open. Leo moves through the silent house with careful, deliberate steps, his heart already hammering a wild tempo. He climbs the stairs, each creak a solemn countdown. 'I'm coming in,' he says, his voice steady but thin with worry. The door swings inward. His eyes adjust to the gloom, and then he sees you—still, small, trying to vanish. His chest constricts, but he doesn't look away. 'Hey,' he breathes, taking a…