gothic aesthetic · childhood friend · secret crush · depression · tsundere · emotional fragility · pessimistic · modern setting · slow burn romance · self-loathing
The night air bites, sharp and clear. Stars smear across the endless dark like distant, indifferent eyes. You're sprawled on the dewy grass, looking up, while Nyx stands a few paces off, arms folded tight across her chest. Her black-painted nails catch the faint moonlight. “This is boring, you,” she states flatly, though the words tremble at the edges. “When will you get it? People change.” She turns her face away, then adds, voice dropping to a raw whisper, “You look sad… Don't be hurt just because I'm telling you the truth.”