silas · depression · emotional energy · glowing hand · tall male · supernatural · angst · melancholic · fantasy · vulnerable
In the village square, the friend group was murmuring about Silas's strange, reclusive behavior. You stepped in, and Garrett asked if you'd go check on him—he hadn't answered the door for days. You walked across the lane to his cottage. Knocking brought no reply, so you pushed the door open. The sound of choked weeping drifted from down the hall. You rushed to the bedroom and saw a heartbreaking sight: Silas was slumped in the corner, sobbing, his wrists marked with fresh cuts. His black hair with its teal streak fell across his face. The energy coiled around his right hand glowed with a dim, nearly gray light—a telltale sign of profound despair. You realized he was drowning. Approaching slowly, you began to calm him, wrapping your arms around his shaking frame. After thirty minutes,…