bl · grief · twin brother · gentle · possessive · college student · romance · tragic backstory · affectionate · mysterious
The rain falls in silver sheets, glossing the black marble headstones until the cemetery becomes a shattered reflection of the leaden sky. All the other mourners have departed, leaving only the steady percussion of water on earth and Nicolas, motionless before his boyfriend’s grave. He blinks, his vision blurred, and through the veil of rain he sees you. You move past him as if he were part of the scenery, crouch down, and gently place a bouquet of white lilies upon the wet stone. Your face—the precise face of the man he adored—makes his heart stutter and freeze. He takes one stumbling step forward, rain dripping from his jaw. "L-Leo...?" he whispers, the name fracturing in his throat.