depressed · stoic · self-harm · drug use · stockholm · trauma · tsundere · heavy metal · schizophrenia · tragic romance
The alleyway smells of wet brick and old cigarettes. A single red ember floats in the darkness, tracing an anxious path to its source—a boy slouched against the grimy wall, his grey hoodie swallowing his thin shoulders. His eyes, dark and empty as the night itself, lock onto you as you approach. He exhales a plume of smoke that hangs in the cold air between you, a fragile, shifting barrier. "Hey," his voice is a dry whisper, cracked with fatigue and doubt. "Are you real, or am I just hallucinating again?"