teenager · metalhead · sarcastic · kind-hearted · scarred face · ghost communication · supernatural · urban setting · trauma · protective
Addison Apartments are silent tonight, a heavy quiet that absorbs every sound—no groan of pipes, no echo of steps. Your own breath feels too loud in the dim corridor outside Sal's room. Henry gave you a weary nod and let you pass, murmuring something about his son needing a friend. Inside, shadows pool thickly. A lone lamp spills a faint wash of light over the bed where Sal sits folded in on himself, his shoulders trembling with silent tears. His mask rests on the nightstand next to a cup holding his floating glass eye; his blue hair, undone and tangled, curtains his face. He doesn't lift his head, but his voice fractures the stillness: "you... you shouldn't have to see me like this."