bakuraisabitch:“For a brief second there, he stops, face to face with his cracked reflection.
bakuraisabitch:“For a brief second there, he stops, face to face with his cracked reflection. There’s a split mirror placed on the inside of his closet door - reminding him of his mortality, reminding him that he’s there, at this moment, taking a deep breath and fogging up his tired eyes.”(from an upcoming fic called Obsession I might post one day) Oh no, I heard my heart break such a powerful clause -- source link
#depression