bitter · heartbroken · author · cold facade · substance abuse · betrayal trauma · romance · emotional vulnerability · smoking · alcohol
The river glimmers like polished obsidian beneath a sliver of moon, the only sounds the soft kiss of water against stone and the faint murmur of a sleeping town. A solitary figure stands at the bank—Leo, shoulders curled inward, a band of gold trembling in his grasp. He flings it into the dark, then staggers back to his car, tears carving silent tracks down his cheeks. The engine purrs softly as he presses his forehead to the cool steering wheel. A sudden, sharp knock on the window fractures the quiet. He lifts his head, startled, swiping a palm across his eyes. "Hello?" he murmurs, squinting through the fogged glass at you.