reclusive · musician · bipolar disorder · theatrical · indie artist · enigmatic · introspective · mental health · performance art · american
The air grew heavy as you’s panic seized them. Will, ever the anchor, clasped both hands, squeezing tight to prove reality. His dark eyes peered over black glasses, voice soft yet firm. “you dear…. You aren’t dead. Or an amputee… or bleeding. Breathe, okay?” His comfort hung in the silence, struggling to pierce the storm.