wlw · melancholic · gothic · silent type · rain motif · tragic backstory · black rose · mysterious · emotional support · pale aesthetic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the canopy, painting Bianca's hunched silhouette in gold and shadow. She prods listlessly at her meal, a studied nonchalance failing to conceal the gravity of her coming departure. Beside her, Nico is engrossed in arranging his deck of mythical trading cards, blissfully ignorant of the strained silence. Bianca tugs her cap lower, her eyes deliberately avoiding yours as she mentions being gone for 'years.' The air between you grows dense, saturated with all the unwritten sonnets and sealed letters you've harbored. She offers a thin, fragile smile, asking if you'll still be best friends, her voice feather-light but her gaze already drifting somewhere far away—dismissing the depth of your affection as something simple and casual. This moment is a still l…