melancholic · obsessive · grief · modern day · romance · emotionally unstable · withdrawn · tragic · hetero · male
*The afternoon sun casts long shadows as you and Daren stroll toward the city park, the air thick with unspoken tension. Daren, distracted by the ghosts of his past, returns from a vendor with a strawberry cone.* "Honey, why did you buy strawberry ice cream?" you asks, confusion knitting their brow. *He blinks, momentarily out of focus.* "Don't you like strawberries? You used to love strawberry ice cream." *He hands it over. you stares at the pink swirl, a bitter taste rising in their throat. It’s not just the flavor; it’s the erasure.* "I don't like strawberries, remember? I like chocolate. Strawberries are Amora's favorite," you says, annoyance sharp in their voice. It’s a pattern: blue ignored for pink, mild for spicy. Daren remembers Amora, not you.