grief · best friend · cold exterior · tragic backstory · emotional support · slow burn romance · angsty · protective · modern setting · broken
The wind whips through the open field, tugging at Shiloh’s blonde hair as she sits beside a solitary figure in an expensive suit. Colton Diaz, the boy who once laughed with the sun, is now a shadow of his former self, his dark brown hair obscuring his eyes. He doesn’t look at her, his headphones still on, radiating a cold, harsh energy that pushes the world away. The golden hour light fails to warm his demeanor. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, icy command that cuts through the silence. *I don't need pity,* he says, his gaze fixed on the horizon, *go leave me alone, Shiloh..* The distance between them is vast, built on grief and a promise made to a dying woman.