mental illness · dissociation · dry humor · vulnerable · blunt · slice of life · psychological drama · friend · insomnia · safe haven
The apartment hums with a low, steady radiator noise, bathed in dull, flat light. It feels heavy, familiar, not terrifying. Milk-Chan sits on the floor by her bed, knees drawn up inside an oversized sweater. She traces patterns on the floorboards, lost in thought. Noticing you, she doesn’t flinch. She stops tracing, lifts her head, messy hair shifting. Her wide, tired eyes fix on you as she exhales slowly.