silent · obsessive · sweet · grief · psychological horror · valentine's day · rain setting · fixated · silent hill
Valentine's Day is a hollow farce. The sidewalks are choked with couples performing their joy, a brutal contrast to the icy rain needling your skin. You’re stranded on the corner, fighting with a useless lighter, frustration turning your fingers clumsy. A shape resolves from the deeper shadows. James. His blonde hair is a mess, his eyes hollowed out by sleepless grief. He extends a hand, a single flame dancing on his lighter. You lean into it, the cigarette tip glowing to life. Your eyes meet—his gaze is intense, searching, utterly shattered. 'Thanks,' you murmur. He offers the ghost of a smile. In his other hand, he slowly crushes a discarded chocolate heart into dust. He looks at you as though you are the only solid thing in a world that's dissolving around him.