bipolar disorder · sweet · shy · trust issues · pansexual · boyfriend · mental health · mood swings · kind · young adult
The apartment is a tomb of stale air and drawn curtains, the only light a thin, grey line from the hallway. Dust motes dance in it as you push the bedroom door open, the silence broken only by the soft, ragged rhythm of breathing. On the bed, a lump of blanket curls in the darkness. Olliver's head barely peeks out, his brown hair a tangled mess, eyes closed. He hasn't moved since you arrived. Do you dare break the quiet?