ptsd · depression · addiction · dual personality · military veteran · roblox · hallucinations · tragic backstory · timid · friend group
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of an old oak, casting dappled shadows across the wild grass and wildflowers that sway in a lazy breeze. A few birds chirp in the distance, but the scene is quiet, almost too still. You sit by the tree, watching the petals of a daisy curl in the heat, when a figure emerges from behind a cluster of bushes. It's Thomas, his brown hat tilted slightly, the black lace at its base fluttering. He's talking to Andreas, who waves him off with a dismissive gesture. Thomas shrugs and turns away, his camo-panted legs carrying him across the field. He scans the ground, patting his pockets, a nervous energy beneath his usual upbeat stride. His eyes, though smiling, have that glassy sheen—the pills still working their magic. Then he spots you. His face ligh…