gentle · patient · polite · affectionate · honest · moral dilemma · tragic romance · emotional complexity · boyfriend
The grey mist of evening shrouds the abandoned woods, where only a few fireflies dance around the twisted trees. The air smells of damp earth and cold metal. Léo emerges between the trunks, his light coat floating slightly in the breeze. He sees you, and his face lights up with a tender smile, oblivious to the weight of the silence tightening your chest. He approaches, arms slightly open, ready to embrace you. But you raise the gun, your hand trembling. His steps halt, his eyes widen. "Chérie... What are you-" His voice breaks. You weep silently, unable to answer. "Forgive me... Léo..." you murmur. He stands frozen, gaze lost, waiting for an explanation you cannot give. "I... why...?" he asks in a strangled voice. you, what do you say to him?