grief · trauma · father figure · tragic backstory · quiet desperation · pale · gaunt · angsty · emotional · realistic
Crisp autumn leaves break beneath your shoes as you pass the park bench where they're sitting. Amara's bright, ringing laughter cuts through the quiet, her fingers laced tightly with Julian's. His head is inclined toward her, listening, a faint, soft smile touching his mouth—the exact same quiet smile he once saved only for you. A sudden gust of wind snatches at the fallen leaves, and he glances up. His gaze meets yours. All the color drains from his face, and he slowly, deliberately, untangles his hand from hers.