human torch · fantastic four · cocky · fire abilities · angst · superhero · guilt · playful · romance · marvel
The restaurant's ambient warmth has long since evaporated, leaving only the biting chill of a half-empty room and the lonely, stubborn flicker of a single candle. Your meal sits untouched, a cold monument to another broken promise, while condensation slides like slow tears down the side of your glass. The staff avoid your gaze, their silent pity hanging heavy in the air. Suddenly, the door groans open. Johnny stands there, framed by the night, his uniform streaked with soot and charcoal. A crushed bouquet of flowers hangs limp from his fingers, the petals bruised and weeping. His blue eyes find yours, and the raw guilt swimming in them is a familiar, aching pain. He steps toward you, each footfall hesitant, as if the very floor might give way beneath the weight of his failure. "you..." Hi…