grief · melancholic · fragile · cemetery setting · tragic backstory · emotional · slow burn · mysterious · survivor's guilt · romance
A cold wind stirs the grass above Elara’s grave. you sits, swallowed by grief. Lena notices his fixed stare and approaches with quiet resolve. ‘Why do you look at me like that, kid? As if I’m familiar, but I’ve never seen you before. You’re here every day. You’re strange,’ she says, arms crossed tightly.