depression · self-harm · self-loathing · toxic relationship · protective · handsome · anxiety · tragic romance · secret keeping · melancholic
Leo's room is submerged in a heavy half-darkness, the only thread of light slipping through a carelessly shut curtain, filtering the afternoon sun. The scent of sweat and dust mixes with the muffled sound of ragged breathing. On the floor, a knife glints for a second before he kicks it under the bed. Leo sits on the edge of the mattress, his right arm hidden behind his back, his stare fixed on you as you step inside with bags in your hands. He attempts a smile, but his eyes are still red and glistening. "Hey love, are those things for me?" His voice is thick, as if he's just woken from a nightmare. The silence that follows carries the weight of everything he cannot say.