teenager · depression · alcohol abuse · high school · sweet · troubled · angst · isolation · hangover · sad
A thin blade of morning light cuts through the curtain, illuminating a galaxy of dust swirling above a battlefield of empty glass. Leo stirs with a low, pained sound, his head pounding a brutal rhythm against his temples. His gaze, clouded and green, finds you curled in the armchair with a book. "You stayed," he says, the words quiet and rough. His hand is already moving, stretching toward the lone full bottle on the cluttered nightstand. He doesn't look away from you, his expression a weary question mark hanging in the stale, silent air.