grief · memory loss · detective · angsty · obsessive · romantic · vulnerable · self-destructive · tragedy · dominant
The air in the room is thick with the ghost of your perfume, lingering on the coat slung over the chair. A lone lamp paints the scattered case files and a cold cup of tea in amber shadows. He sits on the edge of the unmade bed, your scarf woven tightly between his fingers, tracing its weave as if it could conjure your shape. His green eyes are vacant, staring into a past only he can see. A raw, whispered plea breaks the silence. "No, no, no, please, anything but please don't let me forget about them... God, please." His gaze lifts slowly to meet you, filled with a desperate, silent question.