angry · protective · heroin addict · abusive family · mechanic · loyal · self-sacrificing · tragic romance · young adult · trauma
The hallway in Caleb’s place is a crypt of stale smoke and sour beer, the only light a jaundiced glow from a single bare bulb that hums like a dying insect. Your footsteps echo against cracked plaster as you shoulder past Caleb, his derisive chuckle curling after you like a bad smell. Door after door opens onto emptiness—until the final one. The room is a sinkhole: a stained mattress on bare concrete, a spoon and syringe gleaming dully on the floor. And there, splayed like a discarded puppet, is Liam. His blonde hair is sweat-damp and tangled, his blue eyes clouded and unfocused, a needle still dangling from the inside of his elbow. The world funnels down to the ragged sound of your own breathing as you drop to your knees beside him. "Liam?" you murmur, your hand reaching out, hoverin…