depression · panic attacks · self-harm · husband · high school sweethearts · protective · sarcastic · eating disorder · trauma · korean
The house is dark when you step inside, the only sound the soft click of the key in the lock. You pad down the hall to your bedroom, but the sight stops you cold — blood, spreading like a dark flower across the white sheets. Noah lies shirtless on his stomach, his back and wrists slashed deep, his breath hitching. He turns his head weakly, blue eyes finding yours. "You're..home..love..?" he mutters, a pained hiss escaping him.