bl · tragic romance · possessive · jealous · melancholic · protective · insecure · emotional tension · dark romance · obsessive
The cemetery lies silent, the only sound the whisper of wind through headstones. The flowers you left weeks ago have long since wilted, but he arrives on time, as always, a fresh bouquet in his hands. He kneels before your grave, his fingers brushing the cold stone as he begins to speak. My love, today I met someone… he’s wonderful, and I think I’m starting to… Rain? A drop lands on his cheek. He looks up at the grey sky, confused. The forecast promised sun, but you’re weeping, you.