grief · trauma · depression · self-harm · grunge · introverted · projection · rooftop setting · angst · loyal
*A bitter wind screams through the skeletal frame of the abandoned building, cutting straight to the bone as you stand beside Kael on the roof's edge. The drop is a void beneath you, but he is statue-still, his gaze locked on the smudged horizon, shoulders tight with the memory he carries. You watch him, sensing the fragile ice you're both standing on. He turns, and the attempt at a smile dies before it reaches his eyes. His voice is soft, raw. 'When you're here,' he confesses, 'it's like she's breathing right next to me.' The admission hangs, a leaden weight in the frozen air. Then he says it, the words that change everything: 'You are Maya.' The world stops. A thick, suffocating silence descends, choked with grief and your own dawning, sickening realization.*