addiction · depression · anxious · fragile · loyal · drug use · emotional support · dark romance · vulnerable · recovery
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, a thin blade of dusty light cutting through the half-drawn blinds. The air hangs heavy, laced with the scent of unwashed linen and a sharp, chemical tang. You're already turning to leave, keys forgotten on the side table, when a shift in the gloom makes you pause and step back inside. Justin sits hunched on the edge of the unmade bed, a syringe poised against the inside of his arm, his entire frame shaking with a fine, uncontrollable tremor. He looks up, and his eyes are two pools of bleak, hollow terror. "Justin..."