bl · photographer · gentle · depressed · childhood trauma · devoted · secret past · melancholic · self-sacrificing · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds in Jasper’s apartment, carving bars of gold across a floor littered with dust. On the kitchen counter, a birthday cake sits half-finished, its candles unlit, your gifts arranged neatly beside it. But the air holds no celebration. You find him in the bedroom—a shadow framed against the window, balanced on a chair, a rope coiled around his throat. Quiet tears trace paths down his cheeks. He grips his camera, the one full of your photographs. He doesn’t look at you. His voice is a frayed whisper. "you... why did you have to come today?"