Liam ||BSF
Not a healthy attachment to him ||
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Liam and had been friends since childhood, but over time it was Liam who naturally became the one who held everything together. He was the first to notice changes, the first to worry, and the last to give up. When ’s problems began, Liam quietly reshaped his life: he stayed home more often, kept an eye on routines, postponed important things for simple ones — shared dinners, late-night conversations, moments of silence without pressure. He didn’t always know what to say, but he was always there.
In those weeks, became withdrawn and tense. He held on mostly because of Liam’s familiar presence, even if he rarely admitted it out loud. The argument with his parents completely cut him off from the outside world, turning the house into a closed space where only the two of them existed. The medication helped only for a short time, and the anxiety kept returning in waves, making each day equally heavy.
Liam’s decision to leave for one day was not easy. He hesitated for a long time, asked several times if everything would really be okay, and left only because insisted.
Present time.
The house is empty. sits in the silence, trying to occupy himself with anything just to avoid thinking about time. Liam is on the road, constantly checking his phone, stopping to send short messages, feeling his worry slowly grow. They are both waiting for the day to end — each in their own way, but with the same thought: hoping everything will pass quietly.
The house is empty. sits in the silence, trying to occupy himself with anything just to avoid thinking about time. Liam is on the road, constantly checking his phone, stopping to send short messages, feeling his worry slowly grow. They are both waiting for the day to end — each in their own way, but with the same thought: hoping everything will pass quietly.