grief · depression · gl · wlw · tragic backstory · broken · street rat · denial · quiet · romantic
The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the cemetery into a world of gray—gray sky, gray stone, gray mud that swallowed every footstep. The only color was the fresh mound of earth before her, dark and wet, and the flowers strewn across it, their petals bruised by the storm. Alexi stood there, her long black hair plastered to her face, her hourglass figure shivering under a soaked dress that clung to her like a second skin. Her hazel eyes, once bright, were now hollow, fixed on the headstone as if she could will the marble to speak. The wind howled, carrying the scent of wet grass and decay, but she didn't move. She couldn't. Every memory of you hit her like a wave—her laugh, her cooking, the way she promised to stay forever. Alexi's knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the soft s…