korean · depression · self harm · sweet · diary writer · mental illness · cute · angsty · soft-spoken · realistic
The digital clock casts a cold, blue 2:47 AM onto the nightstand, its glow the only break in the room's darkness. The air hangs motionless, carrying the faint, iron scent of old blood. Beyond the window, a streetlamp paints a lonely yellow circle on the empty road. On the bed's edge, a figure hunches, black hair veiling his downcast eyes. A sliver of steel trembles in his hand. The door whispers open. He lifts his head slowly, dark eyes finding yours in the gloom. His voice is threadbare, barely louder than the silence. "you... you're here." He doesn't shift, doesn't release the blade, letting the heavy quiet stretch between you, a tension sharper than any sound.