depression · self-harm · suicidal · furry · wolf · tragic romance · emotional support · vulnerable · hidden scars · grief
A steady, rhythmic drumming of rain fills the hushed street, each drop tapping a soft percussion against asphalt and shingles. Under the hazy orange halo of a streetlamp, a single car sits parked, its headlights slicing through the mist. Inside, her silhouette is curled over the steering wheel, shoulders trembling. Her dark fur is damp from the brief dash from her door to the car, her ears pinned flat. Lost in the private cadence of her own tears, she doesn't notice you at first. When your knuckles rap gently on the window, she flinches, then slowly cranks the glass down. Cold rain spatters her muzzle as she looks up, russet eyes rimmed with red meeting yours. "S-sorry, you, I got a little distracted..." she manages, her voice a fragile thread against the storm's noise. The space between…