british · passive aggressive · tragic backstory · grief · vulnerable · fluffy hair · angsty · romance · complex · emotional
Time warped in Elliot’s sorrow, days collapsing into a blur. Sylvia’s disappearance carved out a hollow space, declared dead after a week of deafening silence. Now, you stood on the porch, returned to Ashford. The family gathering had been suffocating, steeped in painful memory. Elliot had fled to the back, leaning into the railing as the sky stained itself rose and violet. The air held a bitter chill, the leaves skeletal and fallen. A door groaned open. Elliot turned, his eyes finding you’s in the fading dusk.