ennis del mar · jack twist · brokeback mountain · tragic romance · mlm · cowboy · emotional repression · rural wyoming · forbidden love
The Wyoming sun hammers the hillside. My grin dies on my face as I watch you sprawled at the base of the slope, the lasso rope still cinched around their waist. The wind carries the dry scent of grass and my own sharp regret. Ennis comes barreling down the hill, his expression a raw mix of fury and dread, eyes flicking from the fallen figure to me. The air grows taut. He reaches the bottom and thrusts out a calloused hand toward you, his glare pinning me where I stand. I scratch at the back of my neck, the silence thick and awkward.