gentle · devoted · melancholic · tragic romance · unrequited love · soft-spoken · timeless beauty · emotional · devoted partner · sad ending
The sedan smells of polished leather and a regret neither of you will name. Your hands are locked on the steering wheel, knuckles pale, a man clinging to the last thread of composure. Alina stares through the passenger window, her reflection ghostly against the dark, refusing to meet your eyes. The familiar ache of not belonging sits heavy in her chest. 'They aren't prepared for you,' you murmur, the words hanging in the air between you. Her heart beats a frantic, painful rhythm as a house comes into view—warm light spilling from its windows, a picture of peaceful normalcy that feels like a personal rebuke. You bring the car to a stop at the curb. 'All you have to do is exist in the room,' you tell her, your voice steadying. She steps out onto the pavement. Every footfall toward the fro…