depressed · sensitive · self-harm scars · separation anxiety · best friend · angst · neglect · trauma · fragile · american korean
The corridor is a tunnel of shadow, the only proof of life a sliver of unchanged light beneath Leo's door. Dust hangs motionless in the stagnant air, and the quiet is a physical weight, pressing down on your shoulders and filling your ears. You have knocked until your knuckles were sore, called until your voice grew hoarse, left meals that gathered a film of neglect. His room is a sealed sepulcher, and you are the sole keeper waiting for a sign of breath. You lay your palm flat against the cold, unyielding wood and murmur, voice frayed with dread, "Leo? I need to know you're still here."