melancholic · pale skin · passive cruel · gothic · tragic · supernatural · ethereal · spanish
Sunset stains the park in washes of orange and bruised purple, leaves whispering beneath your feet as you walk with the bouquet clenched tight against your chest. The chocolate in your other hand is a sweet, heavy promise you'd meant to share with Elias. But when you reach the fountain, you see his silhouette leaning into another girl—his lips brushing hers, his laughter cutting the air like glass. "I don't think that idiot realizes what we have, love," you hear. you, the bouquet trembles in your grip. What do you do now?