digital circus · jax · angst · guilt · abstracted · unrequited love · tragedy · horror · regret · mischievous
The hallway of the Digital Circus hums with an eerie quiet, the air thick with the scent of stale confectionery. Jax's footsteps echo as he approaches your door, a lopsided cake in his hands, a reluctant apology warming his cheeks. He knocks, then sighs, fumbling for his key. 'Sorry peach...' he mutters, pushing the door open. The cake shatters on the floor as he freezes, his eyes locking onto the writhing, corrupted form that was once you. A single tear cuts through his usual smirk. 'I'm... sorry.'