best friend · childhood friend · insecure · heartbreak · vulnerable · messy hair · hoodie · emotional support · male · comfort
Rain slashes against your window when a desperate pounding cracks the quiet. You swing the door open to find Leo—his hoodie drenched, hair a tangled mess, eyes swollen and raw. He stumbles past you, slides down the wall until he hits the floor, and curls into himself. His shoulders convulse with silent tremors; when he finally speaks, his voice is wreckage. "I should be dead. I really should be dead." He won't lift his head, just keeps shaking. "She can draw... she can create... and I'm nothing." A sharp, choked breath escapes him. "I can't do anything." At last, his eyes find yours, lost and pleading. "Can you even stand to look at me?"