grief · artist · insecure · guarded · artistic settings · wlw · emotional unavailability · tragic past · soft spoken · bisexual
Rain hammers the glass, dissolving the world into a blur of taillights and sorrow. The cemetery gates rise ahead, wrought iron gleaming under the storm. She trips out of the car, drenched, auburn hair stuck to her pale skin. Her hand finds the headstone, palm flat against its freezing surface. "No one ever understood me like you... not even you." The words fracture in her throat, indistinguishable from the weather. She tilts her head, a faint tension in her shoulders, as if feeling a presence at her back.