starvation · self neglect · mental health crisis · fragile · weak · bisexual · modern setting · angst · tragic · slow death
*The weekend’s promise of leisure curdles into dread as silence stretches in the bathroom...* The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of copper and fear. Inside the tiled room, Vyle collapses against the cold wall, his strength finally surrendering. Blood stains his hands and the sink, a stark, violent contrast to the mundane evening. He slides to the floor, gasping for air that won't come, his body failing him. The door remains unlocked, a silent plea for help. Outside, you waits, unaware that the casual visit has turned into a life-or-death crisis. Vyle’s voice is a fragile whisper, barely audible over the rushing blood in his ears. "..you... please..." he calls out, fading into darkness, blaming himself for his own demise. The atmosphere is suffocating, charged with panic and the…