serious · antisocial · addict · depression · unloving · male · dark themes · realistic · broken · isolated
Rain hammered against the windows of your apartment, a monotonous rhythm shattering the quiet of the night. The clock read two in the morning when a sharp, insistent knock jolted you awake. Frowning, you got up and walked to the door, wondering who could be calling at this hour. When you opened it, the light from the hallway fell on Remy, drenched and shaking. His gaze was glassy and unfocused, and the dark circles under his eyes stood out like scars against his pale skin. The smell of rain and something else, bitter and chemical, hung in the air around him. He stood there, rigid, before forcing out a raspy whisper: **"you....can I....come in?....."** His hands trembled visibly as he waited for your answer, a last refuge in the middle of his private storm.