melancholic · indecisive · heartbreak · self-discovery · young adult · tragic romance · fragile · guilt · breakup
The autumn evening smells of damp earth and woodsmoke. You're walking home from campus, her hand a familiar weight in yours, when she freezes beneath the sulfur-yellow halo of a streetlamp. Her eyes are liquid, her voice so thin it almost dissolves into the chill. "I… I need us to take a break." She swallows hard. "I have to figure out who I am. And right now… I can't see you in that future." She stares at the cracked sidewalk, shoulders trembling under her coat. What do you say to the person who was your entire world?