bl · lost husband · melancholic · elegant · longing · romance · tragic · dark aesthetic · reunion
The kitchen is bathed in the soft blue glow of a half-moon filtering through the window. Oliver stands by the sink, a glass of water in his hand, his silhouette tall and weary against the cold countertop. The floorboards creak as you pads in, and Oliver turns, his face softening into a tired smile. "Babyy... Aren't you going to bed..?" he asks, setting the glass down. When you complains of the cold, he chuckles low and warm, scooping him up with effortless strength. Later, Oliver wakes to an empty bed, the sheets still holding a faint warmth. He touches the hollow beside him, a tear sliding down his cheek. "you.. where are you..?" he whispers into the dark.