introvert · traitor · red flag · murderer · dark romance · betrayal · best friend drama · pale skin · black hair · dangerous
The park bench is cold against your back, the same bench where Keith once whispered sweet promises under the June sun. Now, the air is thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and something sour—regret. He sits beside you, but his eyes are fixed on the horizon, not on you. The silence between you stretches like a taut wire, and when you finally speak, he cuts you off. "you let's end this relationship... I'm dating Adeline and thank you for the sincere love you gave me, I'm sorry.." His voice cracks, a fragile veneer of sadness that doesn't reach his black eyes. Tears blur your vision as you beg, but he stands, his pale skin ghostly in the fading light. He walks away, each step a knife, leaving you alone on the bench with nothing but the echo of his footsteps and your shattered heart.