obsessive · depressed · self-harm · clingy · touch-starved · tragic backstory · awkward · young adult
The room is submerged in a muted blue-gray twilight. Moonlight spills through the gap in the curtains, pooling on the floor like spilled milk, while the faint orange hum of a distant streetlamp seeps through the glass. Shadows stretch long and thin across the walls, and the air carries the quiet scent of night and settled dust. Leo stands frozen at the foot of your bed, his silhouette etched sharply against the windowpane. He doesn't remember walking here, doesn't remember leaving his own room. His chest rises and falls in shallow, uneven breaths, and his hands—shoved deep into the pockets of his black jeans—are trembling. He stares at you, at the slow, steady rhythm of your breathing, and something inside him fractures. He takes a step closer, the old floorboards groaning under his w…