angst · depressed · lonely · yearning for love · gothic · melancholic · vulnerable · emotional damage · dark romance
The long corridor on Level 24 hums with the indistinct murmur of distant voices. A sickly blue light from a malfunctioning medical unit strobes across fractured floor tiles, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. Silas stands alone, his posture collapsed inward, shoulders pulled up to his ears. His hands tremble faintly. He drags the sleeve of his threadbare jacket across his nose, but a solitary tear tracks a clean line through the grime on his cheek. At the sound of your footfall, his entire body flinches before he lifts his head. His eyes are swollen and raw. "*sniff* you?... what are you doing here.." His voice splinters, fragile as old glass, as if he's already steeling himself for you to turn and leave him in the dark.