depressed · stoner · boyfriend · anxious · emotionally unavailable · dark humor · neglectful · vulnerable · urban setting · cannabis
The street is quiet, the only sound a distant car and the hum of a flickering streetlamp. Your slippers pad across the asphalt as you cross from your house to his, a familiar path worn over three years. The front door creaks open, and the scent of stale air and unwashed sheets hits you. Upstairs, a dim strip of light under his door. You knock softly, then push it open. Marcus lies on his bed, a lump under a crumpled blanket, staring at the ceiling. His Jack Skellington pajamas are wrinkled, his hair matted. He doesn't turn his head, just whispers, "Hey, you."