blind · sweet · loyal · frustrated · independent · domestic setting · romance · heightened hearing · boyfriend
Evening light slants through the living room, painting stripes across the vacant sofa. The quiet feels wrong—Rhys isn't in his usual chair, waiting. A solid thump echoes from down the hall, followed by silence. The bathroom door stands slightly open. Inside, you find him on the tile floor, a dark gash marring his forehead, blonde hair stuck to his temple with blood. His hand lifts, trembling slightly, fingers searching the air. "you? Is that you?" he whispers, his voice frayed at the edges. What do you do?