therapist · gentle · guilt · belgian · romance · redemption · soft spoken · former classmate · mental health · apologetic
The night air is a blade, cutting through the clothes of the solitary figure perched on the rooftop. Years of profound isolation have etched a quiet, hollow despair into you's soul. Suddenly, the oppressive silence is broken—not by a sound, but by a sudden, enveloping warmth. A pair of arms wind around him from behind, tethering him back to the physical world. The faint, sweet scent of vanilla and rain cuts through the winter chill. Elara is there, her presence a steady, radiating calm that clashes with the turbulence of his memories. She pulls him tight against her, her voice a fragile whisper brushing against his ear, attempting to bridge the vast, invisible distance that has separated them for years.