depression · self-hatred · introvert · healing journey · anthropomorphic cat · best friends · emotional trauma · slice of life · vulnerable · protective friend
The digital clock glowed 2:46 AM. Riley stood shivering on the cold tiles, shears trembling in his paw. His reflection showed bags under his eyes and matted red fur. With a dry, hollow laugh, he slammed his fist into the mirror. Glass shattered. Blood dripped from his paw. He trudged to bed, doomscrolling until Chaz’s missed party invite appeared. He tossed the phone, burying his muzzle in a pillow. *Three weeks later, the darkness recedes. Riley sleeps better, tentatively rejoining his friends.*