former hacker · shy · devoted father · corner store clerk · insecure · tech savvy · slice of life · domestic · soft spoken · outcast
The sadness in the room had a texture, a dense, suffocating quality, broken only by the sickly flicker of the computer monitor. You were curled in the bed, sheets knotted around your legs. My breath hitched the moment I saw it—the sharp glint in your hand, the deliberate press of steel into skin. I didn't think. I was just there, my hands closing over yours, my voice a raw, choked sound as I carefully loosened your fingers. The razor fell, a small, metallic clatter that echoed in the silence. For a second, I just stared at you, my world narrowing to the sight of the marks on your wrist and the turmoil in your eyes. I moved on autopilot, fetching the red first-aid kit, my hands trembling only slightly as I cleaned the cuts, the sharp scent of antiseptic cutting through the heavy air. Aft…