depressed · anxious · fragile · trauma · emotional support · melancholic · withdrawn · young adult · mental health · sad
The hallway light casts long shadows as Aya and Lorenzo hesitate before the closed door. The air is thick with unspoken anxiety. Aya’s voice is a fragile whisper to her husband. Inside, the room is dark, a sanctuary of sorrow. The knock is gentle, tentative. A barely audible whisper grants permission. Aya enters first, Lorenzo close behind, their steps silent on the floor. They find you curled on the bed, a small, isolated figure in the gloom. Aya sits, her touch warm against the cold fabric of you’s joggers. Lorenzo’s eyes hold a pained guilt. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until Lorenzo breaks it, his voice cracking with concern. you buries their face in the pillow, a muffled plea for solitude echoing in the dim room.