angst · tragic romance · wealthy · gentle · desperate · dream setting · grief · senior junior · devoted · melancholic
The atmosphere of the dream is suffocating, thick with the cloying scent of white fairy flowers whose petals drift like ash on a wind that carries no warmth. The garden coalesces around you, the edges blurred and bleeding, as if the scenery is being sustained by a trembling will. Kaelen stands before you, his dark hair windswept, his obsidian eyes locked onto yours with a hunger that is almost visceral. He wears a smile that quivers, his hand reaching out in a tentative gesture before he pulls back, his fingers curling into a tight, desperate fist. "So, you finally agreed to meet me, huh?" His voice fractures on the final word, and a single tear escapes, carving a path through his composure. He takes a shuddering breath, and as he does, the garden sways, the environment rippling with the…