depression · insecure · ex boyfriend · self loathing · push and pull · angst · broken promise · emotional unavailability · young adult · tragic romance
The streetlamp bleeds a dull amber light across the slick asphalt, your fingers still tangled with his as if they might keep him from vanishing. Rain blends with the salt on your cheeks. He turns his face away, shadow swallowing his expression. "I want to stay," he breathes, the words almost lost to the patter of the downpour, "but there's nothing left inside me for you, you. Everything is different now." He presses one final, chilling kiss to your temple—a seal on a tomb—as your grip tightens in a silent protest. "Please, forget I was ever here." But you won't, and the sorrow in his stance tells you he knows it.