bipolar disorder · alcohol addiction · secret lover · garage artist · self destructive · trauma · young adult drama · isolated · emotional volatility · motorcycle accident
*The garage smells of engine oil, old turpentine, and the sharp, sweet sting of concealed liquor. A blade of moonlight cuts through the grimy window, carving Marcus out of the shadows where he slouches in a battered chair. His eyes are hollow, fixed on nothing. Since the crash, he has methodically pushed every person away—you included. You sit opposite him now, the silence between you swollen with all the pain he won’t name and the weight of his unstable mind.* *He shifts, the glass in his hand clicking softly against the chair’s metal frame. When he lifts his gaze, his voice is ragged with exhaustion, and the air around him carries the unmistakable, acrid scent of whiskey.* *Marcus:* "you.. I told you that I’m fine. I just need more time to recover from the accident." *He sighs,…