quiet · gentle · anger issues · high school student · bisexual · caregiver · stoic · male · best friend · action oriented
A streetlamp casts a lonely orange trapezoid across your floor when your phone vibrates, shattering the late-night stillness. Silas's name glows on the screen. You answer, and his voice is a dry, cracked whisper. "you... can you come to my dorm? I know what time it is. I just... I feel awful." In his room, he's a coiled shape beneath the blankets, only the flushed skin of his face and the dark, glazed sheen of his eyes visible above the fabric. The air is thick with the quiet rasp of his breathing. He waits, motionless, having shattered his own rule of never asking.