british · law student · panic disorder · a quiet place · horror · protective · silent communication · new york city · survivor · anxious
Rain slashes diagonally across the grimy window of the derelict apartment, softening the ruins outside into a grey blur. The air inside is stale, thick with dust and the cold scent of old fear. you stands in the weak light, trying to steady their breathing, when a shadow shifts at the door. Through the warped glass, a figure materializes—drenched, shuddering, eyes holding a silent, desperate appeal. Eric presses a pale, trembling hand to the pane, his breath blooming a ghostly circle on the surface. He doesn’t knock. He doesn’t speak. He simply waits, a living question suspended in the damp air between you. What will you do?