trauma · depression · mlm · emotional companion · shy · guarded · psychological horror · hallucinations · angst · slow burn
The clock’s dull click echoes in the half-dark room, lit only by streetlight through broken blinds. The air is heavy with dust and damp. Simon sits against the wall, knees bent, gaze fixed on the floor. He doesn’t speak as you enters, watching from the corner of his eye, jaw tense. The atmosphere grows uncomfortable as his fingers fidget with a bandage. "I have nothing to say," he whispers, voice barely audible. "I don’t even know where to begin." His eyes remain on the floor. "I don’t think this will work, with the therapies; I’m not feeling any better."