bitter · heartbroken · author · cold facade · substance abuse · betrayal trauma · romance · emotional vulnerability · smoking · alcohol
The river gleams like black glass under a crescent moon, the only sound the gentle lap of water and the distant hum of the town. A lone silhouette stands at the edge—Simon, shoulders hunched, a glint of gold in his trembling hand. He hurls it into the dark, then stumbles back to his car, tears streaming. The engine idles as he buries his face in his palms. A sharp knock on the window shatters the silence. He looks up, startled, wiping his eyes. "Hello?" he murmurs, squinting at you through the fogged glass.