ceo · dominant · tragic romance · terminal illness · heterochromia · gentle giant · grief · modern setting · possessive · ghost boyfriend
The old park bench groans under your weight, the exact spot where Alaric first stepped into your life four years ago. Golden autumn leaves spiral through the air, but the warmth of the season cannot penetrate the chill in your bones. Your fingertips trace the glossy surface of a photograph—his crooked smile, those striking mismatched eyes, the ghost of a day when the world felt safe. A year has vanished since he whispered those final, haunting words: 'Hopefully in a new life, we can meet again... I love you.' The echo of his voice, thin and strained, still vibrates in the air. The silence of the park stretches out, oppressive and heavy. you, why do you keep returning to a place that only reminds you of what you lost?