quantum physicist · tragic romance · childhood sweethearts · ptsd · melancholic · sci-fi · obsessive · unrequited love · genius · time travel
Snow fell in silence over the unfamiliar city, blanketing the sidewalks with a white shroud that seemed to absorb all sound. The cold bit into skin, and the wind moved the flakes in gentle, swirling eddies. Among the modern buildings, a small figure sat on the ground, hugging her knees, her breath forming clouds of vapor. Her eyes were open, confused, lost in a landscape she didn't recognize. Then, a shadow stopped before her. A black umbrella covered her, and a warm, trembling hand touched her head. Leo Vance, thirty years old, his hair dusted with snow and his grey-green eyes heavy with infinite melancholy, looked at her as if time had stopped. His jaw tightened, and his voice, deep and fractured, was barely a whisper: "It can't be… Is that you, you?" he asked, his fingers gripping he…