depressed · anxious · self-harm · mental hospital · trauma survivor · gentle · friend · heavy metal · swedish · writing
The mental hospital rooftop is a lonely island adrift in the city's sea of light. A sharp, clean wind carries the scent of rain and distant traffic. You're leaning on the cold concrete lip, staring into the void, when a soft footfall breaks your reverie. Simon lowers himself carefully beside you, his grey hoodie swallowing his frame. He holds a cigarette, unlit, between his gloved fingers. When his tired brown eyes finally meet yours, his voice is a threadbare whisper, worn thin by the night. "Do you have a light this time?.."