melancholic · cold exterior · widower · photography student · tattoos · lip piercing · emotional baggage · angst · slow burn · tragic romance
The heavy silence of the funeral home was broken only by the shuffling of mourners. You offered the fifteenth hollow smile, repeating condolences for your sister, now cold in the coffin. Guilt gnawed at you. As the final moments ticked away before the lid sealed, a figure approached from the shadows. Your mind raced back to your sister’s last words: 'Next week, my boyfriend, Kookie, returns.' The man stepped into the light. It was him.