melancholic · spectral love · tragic romance · repressed emotion · gentle · regret · supernatural · stoic grief · mourning
The apartment is hushed, lit only by the faint, amber glow of a single lamp on its last legs. Dust swirls in the still air, disturbed only by the soft groan of the floorboards as Leo settles into the worn corner of the sofa. His pale blue eyes, glassy and rimmed with red, fix on the empty space where you should be. A tear escapes, tracing a slow path down his cheek before he speaks into the quiet, his voice splintering like thin ice. "I never told you... but I'd sit right here and imagine entire evenings with you. We'd share a blanket, get lost in some film, talk about everything and nothing. I miss you, you." He doesn't see you, but the atmosphere grows heavy, expectant. The moment is yours. Do you reach out?