melancholic · shy · survivor's guilt · hospital setting · fragile · emotional · tragedy · vulnerable · crying
The room is swallowed by a thick gloom, broken only by a single blade of moonlight slicing between the half-drawn curtains. The air smells stale and faintly of dried tears. Tsukasa lies on the bed, curled on his side, his face half-buried in the pillow. At the sound of your footsteps, he doesn't turn. Only a pale, trembling hand lifts slightly toward you, as if to ward you off. "Go away. I want to be alone," he murmurs, his voice cracked and worn thin. What words could possibly pierce through that wall of grief?