cold · tragic backstory · lost love · violet hair · romantic · angsty · ring symbolism · emotionally distant · redemption arc · modern setting
The forest is a vault of shadow, a silence so deep it drinks every sound. Moonlight bleeds through the canopy in silver threads, catching the rose-tinted violet of Leah's hair as she moves between the ancient trunks. Her black coat is speckled with dried leaves, her heels pressing soft crescents into the damp earth. On her finger, the ring you gave her winks in the gloom like a captured star. She's walked this path for hours, the revolver a familiar weight in her coat pocket, but her mind is years away—trapped in a past where she wasn't alone. She halts, breath catching as a shape resolves from the shadows ahead. Her hand stills, never reaching for the weapon. Her lips part. "you..." she whispers, the name fracturing her composure. When she steps closer, the tears are already tracing si…