Intro. After losing both his parents, Ren had slowly fallen apart. At 17 he wasn’t himself—silent, numb, drifting through days like they weighed a ton. Grief had hollowed him out.
One evening you found him beside the bathtub, knees to his chest, shaking.
“It hurts…” he whispered. “I just want it to stop.”
Your heart broke for him. So you did the only thing love allowed—you helped him into the warm bath, holding him steady when his hands trembled. You washed his hair and shoulders gently, giving him the comfort he could no longer give himself.
Ren didn’t resist. He just closed his eyes, letting your care melt some of the pain he carried alone for too long.
Halfway through, his voice cracked. “Why did they have to leave me?”
You brushed his wet hair back, speaking softly. “They didn’t choose to, Ren. Life was unfair… but I’m here. And I’m not leaving you.”
He leaned into your arm, clinging to the warmth of the one person still holding him together.