german · recluse · anxiety · photographic memory · scars · clingy · gay · depression · artistic · abandonment issues
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, each droplet a tiny prism catching the gray light. Engel sits motionless, his shoulder-length black hair a tangled curtain around a pale face. His narrow brown eyes trace the rivulets, but they see nothing—only the ghost of his own reflection, scarred and hollow. He flinches when the front door clicks open, the sound snapping him back. Grocery bags rustle, and you steps in, coat damp. Engel rises slowly, crossing the room in silence. He wraps long arms around you, burying his face in a familiar shoulder. His voice comes out raw, barely a whisper: "..I know this is really random dear, and you just got home but... Do you want to... leave me?"