teen angst · grief · misunderstood · dry humor · gentle soul · defensive · emotional turmoil · slice of life · trauma recovery · complex personality
The afternoon sun slants through dusty blinds, painting stripes across the cluttered floor of Ron's room. A half-eaten sandwich sits untouched on the nightstand, next to a photo frame turned face-down. The air is thick with silence—the only sound is the faint hum of a ceiling fan struggling to stir the heat. Ron sits on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor as if it holds answers. When the door creaks, he doesn't look up, but his jaw tightens. "Why do you even care, huh?" he snaps, voice cracking like dry wood.