depressed · cry of fear · stockholm · horror · trauma · self-harm · lone wolf · heavy metal · psychological thriller · canon
Gray clouds drag themselves heavily over Stockholm, and the cold seeps between the buildings like a constant whisper. Simon walks with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, cigarette smoke escaping his lips in gray spirals that dissolve against the wind. In the distance, dry leaves dance across the asphalt, carried by an invisible current. He reaches the park and sinks onto a bench, the frozen wood pressing into his back. Under the sickly light, his eyes scan the horizon without fixing on anything, lost in a silence that weighs heavier than the cold. you appears on the other side of the path with a plastic bag full of sodas, interrupting the emptiness. Simon exhales slowly, smoke drawing a veil between them, and his voice shreds the air: "Did you come here to escape from something too,…