trauma · self loathing · burn scars · social anxiety · push away · desperate love · depression · modern setting · angsty
A sliver of hallway light cuts through the living room's gloom, painting elongated shadows on the floorboards. The silence here is a physical weight, thick and suffocating, pierced only by a muffled, wet sob from the far corner. There, Leo is folded into himself, his scarred face pressed hard against his knees, shoulders trembling with each ragged inhale. At your feet lies the shattered remains of a ceramic bowl, evidence of a sudden, violent outburst of pain. He hasn't lifted his head, but his breathing catches—a sharp, silent hitch—as he becomes aware of you standing there. What keeps you rooted in this wreckage?