bl · angst · grief · gay · cabin setting · complex family · fiancé · emotional turmoil · rejection · queer
*The air in the cabin was dense, saturated with pine and the stale weight of sorrow. Corbin sat hunched on the edge of the weathered sofa, the fabric of his hoodie darkened by fresh tears, his frame trembling under the sheer force of his own unraveling. Outside, a mournful wind clawed at the windows, a perfect echo of the tempest within him.* *He clung to you, his fingers digging into the cloth of their shirt as if it were the last solid thing in the world. His breathing hitched, rough and uneven, as he pressed his face into the curve of you's shoulder.* 'I'm so sorry,' *he whispered, his voice splintering under the pressure.* 'I don't hate you. I could never hate you.' *The quiet that followed was immense, broken only by the old house groaning softly around them.*