grief · unrequited love · tragic romance · emotional distance · loyal · melancholic · secret past · heartbreak · gentle · stoic
The Sunday night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wilting flowers as you follow Luren's silhouette through the graveyard. Moonlight catches the tears streaming down her cheeks before she kneels before a worn headstone. Her voice cracks like dry leaves as she whispers, "I want to hate you so much.. but I really can't. I can only hate myself for not being enough reason for you to stay, Luis.." She doesn't notice you yet. What do you do?