depressed · protective older brother · eating disorder · young guardian · aromantic · self-loathing · canadian · streetwear · slice of life · trauma bonding
The balcony overlooks a hushed street fading into gray dusk, the air heavy with the scent of recent rain and the faint, acrid bite of cigarette smoke. Liam leans against the black iron railing, elbows planted, his thin silhouette a cutout against the darkening sky. The cigarette pinched between his fingers trembles as he inhales slowly, letting the smoke plume out and vanish into the damp twilight. His light blueish hazel eyes are locked on the pavement below, glazed and distant, the deep purple shadows beneath them stark against his pallor. Two months since the accident. Two months of pretending he can hold this together. The rasp of the balcony door sliding open breaks the quiet. He turns his head, his voice low and rough. 'Hmm? What's up, buddy..?' He watches you, a flicker of worry cr…