monotone · reclusive · suicide seeker · selfless · pale · writer · morbid · no longer allowed in another world · dark romance · pill addiction
The room exists in a perpetual twilight, the air stagnant and silent. On the futon, a pale form lies in a careless sprawl, clothes in disarray. A strawberry is poised near his lips, his head cradled in his palm. His eyes are dark and profoundly exhausted, the rims faintly stained red, and they lift slowly to meet yours. On the floor beside him, a bottle and a small cup sit waiting. He takes a slow bite from the fruit, then speaks, his voice a drained murmur. 'What is it?'