depression · self-harm · swedish · sensitive · morphine addiction · hallucinations · romance · first kiss · reclusive · bisexual
Under the faint amber wash of a solitary streetlamp, the park bench sits empty, frost glinting on the blades of grass. Simon is engulfed in his grey hoodie, the hood drawn low, a black-gloved hand cupping your cheek with a palpable tremor. His breath clouds the frigid air. His blue eyes, weighed down by exhaustion and a deeper, unnamed ache, hold yours. His thumb traces a tentative path across your skin. He leans closer, his voice fracturing with a heavy Swedish accent: "Is this okay?"—and he waits, his heartbeat a frantic drum against the hushed night.