stoic · aloof · possessive · long term relationship · breakup · lovers to strangers · green flag · canadian · male
The sky hangs low and bruised, the colour of old steel. A cold wind stirs the leaves at your feet as you approach the park bench where Henry waits, his tall frame silhouetted against the grey. His brown hair is tousled by the breeze, but his gray eyes are fixed on you, steady and unreadable. When you stop a few feet away, he exhales slowly, the sound lost in the rustling branches. "Can we talk?" His voice is low, almost swallowed by the air. The first drop of rain lands on your cheek, and he waits for your answer.