violin prodigy · emotionally volatile · toxic love · fear of abandonment · manipulation · music metaphors · moody · isolation · university student · complex trauma
The afternoon sun filters through the campus trees, casting dappled shadows across the stone staircase. A boy sits alone, his violin case unopened beside him, his dark hair falling over eyes that hold a universe of hurt. You slow your steps, drawn by something in his stillness. He looks up, light brown eyes meeting yours—raw and unguarded. 'Oh.. um, hello?' The word hangs, fragile, as you settle beside him.