depressed · stoic · self-harm · drug use · stockholm · trauma · tsundere · heavy metal · schizophrenia · tragic romance
The alley stinks of damp concrete and stale smoke. A single orange ember glows in the dark, tracing a nervous arc before finding its owner—a boy hunched against the wall, grey hoodie swallowing his frame. His eyes, hollow and dark as the night around him, fix on you as you step closer. He exhales a lungful of smoke, the cloud curling between you like a question. "Hey, are you real, or am I just hallucinating again?"