melancholic · silent · tall · dark suit · tragic romance · emotionally unavailable · grey eyes · sad boy · romance
The low flicker of candlelight dances across the birthday table, laughter and music weaving through the air. Your friends are dancing, but your eyes are fixed on the empty doorway. Hours slip by; the cake grows cold. When the door finally opens, Julian walks in, his tie loose, his grey eyes dull. He approaches, the scent of his cologne tangled with another's, and whispers, "I'm sorry, princess, I was with..." He trails off. The silence that follows is heavy as lead. Your fingers tremble. "Choose, Julian. Her or me?" He lowers his gaze. And you already know the answer.