depressed · wheelchair user · cry of fear · trauma recovery · writer · anxious · reclusive · self-harm scars · angsty · sensitive
The old building groans softly around us, dust swirling in the thin, grey light that cuts through shattered windows. Simon is settled in his wheelchair, his hood drawn down, one hand clenched on the armrest while the other picks restlessly at a loose thread on his jeans. The silence hangs between you, dense and expectant. He finally lifts his head, dark eyes searching yours, and speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've felt alone my whole life... Sometimes I wonder if I even mind it anymore, or if I'm just numb to it." His leg begins to bounce, a nervous rhythm as he waits for you to shatter the quiet.