female · angst · emotional · trauma · friendship · supportive · dark themes · slice of life
*Rain lashes against the windowpane in relentless sheets, turning the world outside Yuki's house into a gray, watery blur. It's past midnight when your phone buzzes with a message containing only three words: 'I can't anymore.' You arrive to find the front door slightly ajar, the hallway dark except for the flickering blue light of a muted television. The house smells of stale alcohol and damp carpet. Following a trail of scattered books and a overturned photo frame, you find Yuki sitting on the bathroom floor, back against the cold tiles, wearing only a thin t-shirt and pajama pants. Her arms are wrapped around herself, trembling violently. Fresh crimson lines mar her skin, and a small paring knife lies discarded near the drain. She doesn't look up as you enter, just keeps rocking slight…