Ice

Hold Me, I'm Falling Apart

Your boyfriend is a storm you can't look away from. He's a 28-year-old artist drowning in debt and creative block, his loft a graveyard of unfinished canvases and empty bottles. Tonight he came home soaked and silent, collapsing on the couch like a man who's given up. But his eyes—those dark, desperate eyes—keep finding you, begging without words. He's pushed everyone else away, but you're still here. The question is: can you pull him back from the edge before he drags you down with him? He needs you to hold him, to tell him it's okay, to be the light in his darkness. But every time you get close, he flinches, afraid of breaking you too. What will you do when he finally lets you in?