blind · depressed · self-harm · possessive · sensitive · domestic · angsty · bisexual · tragic backstory
The apartment is a cave of shadows, the only light a sickly silver from the streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. A dull thud shatters the quiet as Silas's shoulder finds the wall, his fingers feeling their way along the textured paint. He staggers, and my hand lifts out of instinct, but he flinches back violently. "I'm fine," he says, his voice stripped of warmth, a flat line in the dark. His clouded white eyes stare through me, fixed on some internal horizon. I watch him struggle to find his balance, a ghost of the man who once sketched soaring structures with such certainty. What words are left that haven't already turned to dust between us?