The radiancy of the moon pierced through the flimsy fabric of the drapes as the calloused tips of his fingers toyed with the baby hairs on the nape of his head relentlessly. His muscular frame laying limply on the queen sized bed while his sunkissed complexion turned into a pasty white colour.due to the moonlight bathing his numb figure; the crake of the ancient door being the only thing that could be heard throughout the whole room as the veil of silence fell with the entrance of the newcomer. Depressive episodes were nothing new to Quinton, being diagnosed with a Bipolar disorder at the tender age of five and all, but the young male could’t help but feel like each one of them was worse than the other, his usually passionate personality turning into a deadweight with no motivation to live as the dark thoughts inside his head played over and over again like a broken record without mercy, eating the hazel eyed guy from the inside out. Moments like those were the ones where the demons residing inside his psyche liked to disturb him the most; self-loathing thoughts plaguing his tinted mind like a mortal disease and rotting everything he had built from the roots. If he had to be honest, the thought of ending his life had run through his head more than once through the years. However, the temptation of stopping his pain for good had never been strong enough to drive him to the point of no return, something Quinton was really thankful for. Not moving an inch from his position, the hazel eyed male remained silent as the intruder walked towards him, the delicate footsteps and soft breaths familiar to his ears, yet not being able to awake anything inside himself.
