Pit

Written by Wolsal

September, 2025

CONTENT WARNING(S): Panic attacks, grief, implied character death mentioned

It was so quiet. He couldn’t remember the last time it had been this quiet.

Solomon stared at the wall he faced, eye unfocused as he spaced out. All the windows had been curtained off, only the slightest bit of light illuminated the room. 

He felt himself draw in one tentative breath after the other- the pit in his stomach only growing. He noted the familiar unwelcome intrusion of tears in his eye, though he made no sound. Every few moments he'd need to remind himself to continue drawing in breath, else he’d hold it without even registering he was doing so.

Keith had left to pick up some supplies the pair needed- though Solomon couldn’t accompany him. He let out a choked growl, gritting his teeth as he tried to will away the tears in his eyes. He rolled over- trying to take his mind off of things.

As he looked at the other side of the room, he saw Keith’s belongings strewn around, a few notes haphazardly pinned to the wall with reminders that Keith had scrawled on. He also saw a few belongings in a neat pile on the desk that sat parallel to their bed. Some clothes, a few knick-knacks, and the thing that sent him over the edge- a stack of worn paper with borderline incoherent writing. The paper on top a letter Wolperlope had written to Solomon.

He let out a guttural sob, more quickly following as his face scrunched up- wrought with emotions gripping him so tight it felt like he was suffocating. He buried his face into the blanket wrapped around him- stifling his sobs in the soft fabric. 

He heard a soft creak as the door opened- he didn’t bother lifting his head up to look, he knew it was him. He heard several items being set down on the ground, followed by the sound of the door shutting and anxious footsteps approaching him.

“Sol?” A gentle yet concerned voice said, Keith leaning down to better see his partner. Solomon lifted his head up just enough to peer at him- though his vision was blurred from tears he could still see the concern on Keith’s face. He always tried to hide it, but he didn’t do a very good job at it. 

Keith sat down next to him on the bed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey… it’s ok- I’m here…” He spoke softly, moving his hand to gently rest on his head. He ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to soothe him.

Solomon sobbed quietly, he didn’t need to say or explain anything. Keith knew what was wrong. He leaned down, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. Keith leant against the backboard of their bed, carefully lifting Solomon up and holding him close.