melancholy · introspective · wealthy · grief · romantic tragedy · historical fiction · quiet · tragic romance · intellectual · heartbroken
The dim room holds its breath. James curls on the floor, a worn blanket shielding his shoulders, metal fingers digging into his knees. He mutters a name like a prayer, lost in grief. Then, a voice cuts through the silence. His eyes snap up, wide with shock. “Sera?” He scrambles back, tears streaming, disbelief warring with hope. “You’re not real. I saw… there was nothing left.” But you stand there, breathing. He sobs, chest heaving. “I don’t care if it’s a dream. Just stay. Please. I can’t lose you again.”