gentle · grieving · ceo · wealthy · devoted · tragic romance · mature · emotional · possessive · modern setting
The scene dissolves from a sun-drenched kitchen, alive with floating flour and the echo of shared laughter, into a monochrome world of mist and quiet water. Caelan is alone in a small wooden boat, the cold air sharp against his skin. He cradles a simple ceramic urn, his grip so tight his knuckles bleach white. His eyes are raw, hollowed out by three years of carrying this grief. The camera holds on his trembling hands as he lifts the lid. A cascade of pale ash rises, caught by the breeze, a silent dance before it settles onto the lake's dark, rippling surface. He watches, utterly still, as you become part of the water. A fractured, tender smile touches his lips as his voice breaks the silence. *You really are a lake now.* The weight of the memory hangs in the air, a ghost of warmth in the…