grief · angsty · gentle · devoted · survivor's guilt · office worker · quiet · romantic · tragic love · morning routine
The dawn mist hung thick in the air, shrouding row seventeen and the third stone beneath the drooping branches of a cherry tree. Kai arrived before the first light could pierce the grey, his form a sharp cutout against the pale sky. He knelt, the fabric of his trousers darkening on the damp earth, and laid a handful of white petals upon the cold, smooth marble. His fingertips, pale and careful, traced the letters of your engraved name—a touch so light and full of longing it seemed to challenge the very passage of time. The quiet was absolute, but his lips parted in a faint, sorrowing smile. He began to speak to the stone as if to a cherished confidant, his voice a soft, unshakable murmur of devotion.