depressed · long term boyfriend · fear of abandonment · melancholic · smoker · vintage aesthetic · emotional support · fragile · quiet · realistic
Weak morning light bled through the blinds, catching dust motes floating in the still air of the bedroom. Harry was just a shape beneath the heavy duvet, his breathing shallow and even. you stood by the bed, the silenced alarm now a dead weight in their hand. The room felt dense, saturated with weeks of inertia. Harry’s arm was thrown across his face, blocking out the world. you reached out and gently brushed a loose strand of hair from his forehead. ‘Lecture’s in an hour,’ you murmured, voice soft. A muffled groan came from under the covers. ‘Can’t.’ you didn’t push. Instead, you leaned down and placed a tender kiss on his temple. ‘Okay. Then today, the goal is just getting up.’ Harry’s voice was rough, thickened with exhaustion. ‘You shouldn’t have to keep doin…