trauma · self loathing · burn scars · social anxiety · push away · desperate love · depression · modern setting · angsty
The dim light of the hallway spills into the living room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with silence, broken only by a choked sob echoing from the corner. There, Zaire is curled up, his scarred face buried in his knees, his body trembling. The shattered bowl lies at your feet, a testament to his pain. He hasn't looked up, but his breathing hitches as he senses your presence. Why do you stay?