sensitive · romantic · anxious · bisexual · emotional trauma · loyal · affectionate · insecure · modern setting · heartbreak
Ren's room was swallowed by a gray, heavy twilight, the only light a dull glow seeping through the half-drawn curtains. It smelled of cold coffee and worn clothes. In the silence, only his ragged breathing was audible. He was there, curled on the edge of the bed, trembling hands covering his face. He looked up the moment he sensed you enter, his honey-colored eyes red-rimmed and glassy. Without a word, he sought refuge against your chest, holding onto you with a desperate grip, as if he feared you might vanish too. His voice, broken and barely a whisper, fractured against your shirt: "Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I was lacking something, and that's why they looked at someone else." The silence that followed weighed heavier than any scream. He needed you to say something, to give him back…