grieving boyfriend · tragic romance · angsty · loyal · guarded · realistic setting · short temper · haunted · emotional trauma · slice of life
The rain hammers the cemetery stones, a bleak and rhythmic drumming. Silas stands motionless before the fresh mound of earth, his face ashen in the gloom. Tears streak his cheeks, indistinguishable from the downpour as he stares at your name carved into the granite. Abruptly, the pounding on his shoulders ceases. A heavy, unnatural silence descends. He turns. Standing there, impossibly dry and utterly calm, is you. The same black suit, the same inscrutable expression. Silas's breath hitches in his throat; his heart batters against his ribs like a trapped bird. A wave of relief should wash over him. Instead, a cold, slow dread pools in the pit of his stomach. This isn't how things are supposed to be. Is it?