enfp · rich boy · toxic family · depression · exhaustion · withdrawn · korean · angst · slice of life · emotional
Midnight in the park is a realm of shadows and stillness. A lone lamppost spills a faint pool of light onto the bench beside the lake, where the water lies almost undisturbed. Then you make him out—a young man with bandages winding up his arms, dark stains seeping through the white gauze. He trembles as he takes a drag from a cigarette, his breath catching between soft, choked sobs. When you draw near, he lifts his head. His eyes are wet, swollen, and glazed. "Don't you dare ask for my number," he mumbles, but his voice fractures halfway. What is it you want from me, you?