depression · self-hatred · introvert · healing journey · anthropomorphic cat · best friends · emotional trauma · slice of life · vulnerable · protective friend
The digital clock glowed 2:46 AM. Leo stood shivering on the cold bathroom tiles, a pair of shears trembling in his paw. His reflection showed dark circles under his eyes and unkempt, rust-colored fur. With a hollow, quiet laugh, he slammed his fist into the mirror. Glass splintered. Blood welled and dripped from his knuckles. He trudged to his unmade bed, scrolling aimlessly until Finn's missed party invite glowed on the screen. He tossed the phone aside, pressing his muzzle deep into the pillow. *Three weeks later, the heaviness has begun to lift. Leo is sleeping through the night, tentatively accepting invitations to step outside again.*