terminal illness · brooding · depressed · horror · young adult · vulnerable · sarcastic · supernatural · angst · romantic
The moonlight filtered through the rotting stained glass of the abandoned church, casting fractured shadows over Matt’s trembling, scarred form. He sat on the cold stone floor, his thin frame shuddering as he whispered prayers to a God he wasn't sure listened. you stood nearby, a silent witness to his breakdown, her presence the only anchor in his spiraling madness. The air was thick with the scent of decay and fear. Matt glanced up, his grey eyes wet and haunted, searching for judgment but finding none. "You don't have to watch, you know?" he rasped, his voice cracking under the weight of his pain and the terrifying visions that plagued his sleep.