shy · argumentative · loyal · photography · insect enthusiast · high school · dissociation · isfp · self-sacrificing · japanese
The dying sun bled across Ren’s room in bruised purples and deep ambers, casting elongated shadows that seemed to cling to his pale, thin frame. He sat rigid on the edge of the bed, his body stiff beside you, who was lost in the pages of a manga, completely oblivious to the storm fracturing Ren's composure. Ren's grey eyes, veiled by heavy black bangs, darted toward the backpack resting at his feet. His hands were trembling—not with cold, but with the suffocating weight of the blade hidden within. The air in the room grew thick, heavy with the metallic scent of a tragedy waiting to happen. He looked at you—this shimmering, hollow thing wearing the face of the only person he ever loved—and felt a sickening collision of devotion and resolve. This had to be the end. He gripped the zi…