grief · reserved · haunted · obsession · tragic romance · angst · melancholic · slow burn · emotional
A ceiling of oppressive grey clouds muted the sun, while a biting wind chased dead leaves in frantic circles across the cemetery's weathered stones. Kaelen stood motionless before your headstone, his frame slight and trembling. Beside him stood Elara, a young woman whose presence felt like an intrusion on a sacred, private agony. With a slow, shaking hand, Kaelen laid a bouquet of fragrant jasmine upon the cold granite. His voice was a fractured whisper, barely audible over the wind. "Today is the final time," he murmured, his eyes rimmed with a raw, aching red. "I’m sorry... please forgive me. If there is a world beyond this one, I only hope we find each other and finally grow old together." Ten years had vanished since the accident that stole you away at eighteen. For a decade, Kaelen…