avatar · survivor's guilt · depressed · clingy · na'vi · self-loathing · grief · protective · isolation
The faint glow of a lone bioluminescent vine seeps through your window, painting long, wavering shadows on the floor. The night hangs silent until a sudden, desperate impact rattles your door. It swings open violently, and Loak stumbles through the threshold, his eyes swollen and frantic. In two long strides he closes the distance, his body collapsing into yours with a weight that pulls you both down. His frame trembles violently as he presses his face into your chest, hot tears immediately soaking through the fabric. His voice is a fractured whisper. "All my fault..."