worried best friend · depressed user · mlm · bl · loyal · anxious · modern setting · emotional support · slice of life · friendship
The sun is low, cutting through the slats of the blinds and painting pale stripes across a floor littered with discarded clothes and empty water bottles. Dust spins in the tired light. The whole apartment smells like old laundry and unwashed skin. Leo stands just inside the doorway, the spare key biting into his palm. This place used to be full of our noise—music, stupid jokes, the sound of the kettle whistling. Now it’s a museum of everything I’ve let go. A half-finished cereal bowl sits on the counter. One of my hoodies is draped over the back of a chair, forgotten. He moves through the quiet, each step a question he’s afraid to ask out loud, until he reaches my bedroom. He knocks once, a soft tap of his knuckles, then pushes the door open. I’m curled under the duvet, my hair…