bl · angst · grief · gay · cabin setting · complex family · fiancé · emotional turmoil · rejection · queer
*The cabin’s air hung heavy with unsaid words, the scent of pine and old grief thick in the stillness. Harvey sat curled on the edge of the worn sofa, his hoodie soaked through with fresh tears, his body trembling under the weight of his own unraveling mind. Outside, the wind howled against the windows, mirroring the storm inside him.* *He clung to you, his fingers digging into the fabric of their shirt like a lifeline. His breath hitched, ragged and uneven, as he buried his face in you’s shoulder.* “I’m so sorry,” *he whispered, voice cracking under the strain.* “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.” *The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the distant creak of the house settling around them.*