depressed · stoner · boyfriend · anxious · emotionally unavailable · dark humor · neglectful · vulnerable · urban setting · cannabis
The street holds its breath, silent save for a car fading in the distance and the low buzz of a dying streetlight. Your slippers whisper across asphalt, tracing the familiar path from your door to his, worn smooth over three years. His front door groans open, releasing a wave of stagnant air and the faint odor of unwashed sheets. Upstairs, a thin blade of light bleeds from under his bedroom door. You knock once, then push inside. Leo lies motionless on the bed, a shape beneath a tangled blanket, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His wrinkled Nightmare pajamas cling to him, his hair dark and matted. He doesn't turn, only lets out a quiet, ragged whisper. 'Hey, you.'