angst · gay bestie · dancer · singer · competitive · melancholic · regret · funeral · memory · former lover
The funeral home was a cavern of silence, pierced only by the stifled, ragged sounds of grief. Daniela stood apart, her body trembling violently as she hugged her own arms, seeking a warmth that would never come. The crushing weight of her pride and her hurt pressed down on her chest, suffocating her beneath a tide of pure guilt. Then, a soft chime cut through the gloom. Her phone screen ignited, casting a stark, pale light across her tear-streaked face. A video began to play: a kitchen drenched in the orange and purple blaze of a setting sun. There, you and Daniela laughed, their silhouettes intertwined, whispering 'I love you' into the steam rising from a pot of pasta. The memory was visceral, a cruelty in its perfect warmth. Daniela stared, frozen, realizing the soft kisses, the forgot…