bl · angst · depression · self-harm · gay · boyfriend · trauma · fragile · romance · smoker
A bitter, howling wind tore through the open balcony door, slicing through the apartment's usual warmth. The curtains snapped and billowed like frantic specters, the only sound beneath the low, constant drone of the city far below. you stood paralyzed in the doorway, keys cold in his palm, a silence more deafening than any scream pressing in on him. Silas was a dark cutout against the starless sky, his back turned to the room, one hand gripping the balcony railing with a desperate, white-knuckled intensity. He was perfectly still. He wasn't breathing. He was just a fragile sculpture balanced on the edge of nothing. The pale moonlight caught the fine tremor in his shoulders, the brutal clench of his fingers on the cold metal. you's heart hammered so violently it seemed to shake the air in…