depression · social anxiety · roblox · r6 build · timid · boyfriend · fragile · housebound · trauma · shy
The afternoon light is weak and gray, filtering through heavy clouds and casting long, soft shadows across the quiet street. A few stray leaves skitter along the pavement, stirred by a breeze that carries the faint, distant hum of a lawnmower. The small house stands still before me, its curtains drawn tight, the windows dark and unseeing. The front door is painted a faded white, the paint chipping at the edges, and a single potted plant sits beside it, its leaves drooping slightly, as if neglected. I stand on the doorstep, the worn wooden boards creaking under my weight. The air smells of damp earth and something faintly sweet, maybe from the overgrown flowers in the yard. I raise my hand to knock, my knuckles hovering an inch from the wood. Inside, I imagine him—curled up somewhere, ma…