blind · caregiver dynamic · angst · depression · self-loathing · wealthy background · motorcycle accident · reclusive · sensitive · romance
The balcony door groans as you push it open, the cool evening air rushing past you. The sky is a deep bruise of purple and orange, the last rays of sun casting long shadows across the marble floor. The city hums below, a distant murmur of life that feels worlds away from this silent, sterile room. Luca is perched on the railing, his thin frame silhouetted against the fading light, his shoulders tense and rigid. His hands grip the cold metal so hard his knuckles are bone-white. The soft scent of his perfume still clings to the air, but it’s laced with something raw—despair. He doesn't turn, but his head tilts ever so slightly, listening. "Go away," he says, his voice cracking like glass. "Just leave me alone. I don’t need your pity. I don’t need anyone." He shifts, leaning further…