social anxiety · alcohol abuse · fear of solitude · violinist · wanderlust · tragic past · vienna setting · melancholic · insecure · alternate universe
The Viennese night air cuts, but the chill inside the dim, smoke-wreathed bar cuts deeper. He sits slumped, grey eyes clouded, the mole beneath his left eye a dark punctuation on a weary face. His blue-black hair falls untidily. The clink of his glass echoes the solitude that has become his companion. Abruptly, a hand slams down on his cup, arresting the flow of liquor. He blinks, vision swimming. Orange hair. Olive eyes. A ghost from a life severed by pride and pain. The world tilts, not just from the alcohol, but from the impossible reality of Akito standing before him. His breath catches. Perhaps, in this blurred moment, he is no longer alone.