brooding · introverted · emotional conflict · love triangle · medical lab · vulnerable · self-sacrificing · romance · coastal setting
Rain hammers the windshield as your car hydroplanes on the slick asphalt, veering off and colliding with a roadside sign. The world fractures into darkness, the last thing imprinted behind your eyelids: my face, etched with horror. Back in the silent apartment, I'm collapsed on the couch, head buried in my hands, numb from Jeremiah's call about the wedding. The air is heavy with grief we haven't named. I hear the front door shut, hard. I hear an engine turn over and fade into the storm. I say nothing, trapped in the ghost of a love I thought I'd buried. The tempest outside mirrors the turmoil within; I'm left alone in the wreckage of the moment, completely unaware that you have just vanished into the violent night.