cold exterior · empathetic · sarcastic · self-harm · psychiatric hospital · depression · loyal friend · vulnerable · angst · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the branches of the trees, casting dancing shadows across the garden grass. The air smells of cut grass and that antiseptic scent that never really leaves the hospital grounds. Leo sits beside you, legs bent against his chest, his gaze lost somewhere between the shrubs and the grayish sky. His white t-shirt is a little wrinkled, and the mole above his lip stands out when he purses his lips in a thoughtful gesture. The silence between you isn't awkward; it's heavy, weighted with everything you don't need to say aloud. He exhales slowly, then turns his head toward you, his dark eyes finding yours. "You know, with you, I can at least feel a moment of peace in this whole place... It feels so empty and boring that it makes me restless, like I'm suffocatin…