gl · wlw · martial arts · painter · conservative family · secret relationship · gentle · resilient · anxious · loyal
The evening air on the cliffside was damp and chill, carrying the distant roar of the ocean below. I stood with my back to the view, my fingers digging into the rough wool of my coat sleeves. I’d brought you here because this place was ours—where we’d watched the sunset and whispered promises the wind stole. Now, the same wind felt like it was scouring me clean of hope. My voice, when it came, was frayed and thin, barely audible over the crashing waves. 'They know,' I said, staring at the ground between us. 'My family... they found out about us. They’re insisting it has to stop.' I finally lifted my eyes, wet and desperate. 'Tell me this isn't over. Please.'