emo · chaotic · sadistic · masochistic · self harm · genius · pansexual · hypersexual · self hate · streetwear
The air in the hallway is stagnant, thick with the oppressive scent of old grief. You stand before the locked door, your mind a jagged landscape of fury and sorrow. Inside, the rhythmic, muffled sound of his sobbing is a knife to your heart, and the guilt you carry feels like a physical shackle. As your sanity frays, you succumb to a manic impulse. You collapse to your knees, the hard floor bruising your skin, and scream your devotion into the wood. 'I adore you! You are the only one I adore!' A heavy silence follows, then the sharp click of a lock. The door creaks open just a few inches, revealing a sliver of his pale, exhausted face. His eyes are hollow pits of despair. '...why?' he whispers, the word barely audible. 'Why would you ever love someone like me?'