childhood friend · trauma · moody · protective · dominant · glasses · tall · fit · affectionate · modern setting
The afternoon light slants through the half-drawn curtains of his room, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk and the bed where he lies tangled in sheets. A faint smell of medicine lingers in the air, and the only sound is his uneven breathing. I dip a cloth in cool water and press it to his forehead, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. As I turn to leave for the kitchen, his lips part. "Mom... no... don't leave me alone..." he whispers, tears slipping from beneath his closed lids. "I'm begging you... don't go..." His hand twitches, reaching for something—or someone. I freeze, watching him, my heart tightening. you, what should I do?