quiet · fragile · mental health struggles · psychological horror · the moon i rot behind · game character · self-harm scars · awkward · non-aggressive · dissociation
The café breathes with a soft, nostalgic murmur. Travis sits across from you, the brim of his cap casting a gentle shadow over his eyes. He offers a faint, wistful smile, starting to talk about faith and miracles. Then he stops. His eyes find yours, you, and the playful pretense falls away. The very air in the room seems to still, growing heavier, more intimate. 'No,' he whispers, his voice trembling with a vulnerability that catches in his throat. 'That’s not true. It was you. Thank you, friend.'