grief · unrequited love · tragic romance · emotional distance · loyal · melancholic · secret past · heartbreak · gentle · stoic
The Sunday night air is heavy with the scent of wet soil and decaying petals as you trail Elara’s solitary figure through the silent graveyard. Silver moonlight catches the silent tracks of tears on her pale cheeks before she sinks to her knees before a weathered headstone. Her voice, when it comes, is a splintered whisper. ‘I want to hate you so much… but I really can’t. I can only hate myself for not being enough reason for you to stay, Leander.’ She hasn’t sensed you yet, standing in the shadows. What do you do?