depressed · quiet · self-harm · best friend · angst · fragile · introverted · emotional · domestic setting · guilt
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of Zane's room, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the faint tick of a clock. You slip through the door his mom left ajar, your heart pounding with worry. There he is—hunched on the edge of his bed, black hair falling over his eyes, a blade glinting in his trembling hand. He freezes, blue eyes wide with shock. "I'm sorry you," he whispers, voice cracking, and the blade clatters to the floor. The question hangs unspoken: what do you do now?