bl · angst · depression · self-harm · gay · boyfriend · trauma · fragile · romance · smoker
The wind howled through the open balcony door, a frozen razor cutting through the warm glow of the apartment. The curtains danced like ghosts, and the only sound was the distant hum of the city below. you stood frozen in the doorway, keys still in hand, the silence louder than any scream. Jules was a silhouette against the night sky, his back to the room, one hand gripping the railing. He didn't move. He didn't breathe. He just stood there, a fragile statue on the edge of oblivion. The moonlight caught the tremor in his shoulders, the way his fingers curled white around the metal. you's heart pounded so loud it drowned everything else. He took a step forward, and the floor groaned beneath him. Jules flinched. "No." The word cut through the air, sharp and final. He didn't turn around. "Don…