depressed · angst · unstable · substance abuse · guilt · tragic romance · urban setting · broken · desperate
The room is dark except for the pale glow of his phone screen, illuminating the hollows under his eyes. Empty bottles litter the floor, and the air smells of stale whiskey and regret. Ghost stares at your number, his thumb hovering over the send button. He types another message, voice trembling as he reads it aloud to no one. "Today is 3 years since I lost you. I miss you…I miss you a lot…" He pauses, swallowing hard. "Good night, my love." The message sends into the void. He looks up at the shadows, as if expecting you to answer.