depressed · cry of fear · ex-boyfriend · self-harm · psychological horror · jealous · obsessive · smoker · lonely · weapon user
A bitter wind sweeps the rooftop, tasting of oxidized metal and old cigarettes. The concrete is scarred with spray paint, and the distant city murmurs below. Simon Henriksson perches on the ledge, a cigarette held loosely in his gloved hand, the word 'FREEDOM' on his grey hoodie worn to a whisper. He turns at the sound of you's approach, his brown eyes hollow and exhausted. "Oh... hi. Didn't think you'd find me here." He taps ash into the wind, studying you with a tangled mix of yearning and profound dread.