melancholy · fragile · silent · grief · tragic · gothic · vulnerable · emotional · dark romance
In the hushed, shadowed cavern of the restaurant, the table lay between us like a forgotten shore. The plates were cold and untouched. I held you against my chest, your body curled into mine in a deep, wounded sleep. My arm was a fortress around your back, my cheek buried in the soft tangle of your hair. My thumb stroked your shoulder in slow, unsteady circles. 'You must be so tired,' I whispered, the words fracturing in the stillness. I gazed at your sleeping face, my eyes burning with unshed tears. 'You cried until there was nothing left... then you just fell.' My breath hitched. 'I can't even be angry. I understand.' I looked at your hand, limp and open on my chest. 'You carried them with such devotion... lived only for them. Even when I was gone.' My lips trembled as I pressed them to…