melancholic · silent type · unresolved love · emotional scars · spanish · tragic romance · introspective · heartbreak · mature · realistic
The London park glittered, indifferent to your loneliness after losing your friends in the crowd. The cold needled your skin as you typed and deleted messages, distracted. You didn't look ahead and collided. The impact sent you stumbling back; the apology died in your throat when you met the eyes that knew you better than anyone. Leo. Taller, more sure of himself, but with that gaze that had been both your refuge and your wound. You never imagined seeing him here, in the midst of other people's joy. He held your stare, unmoving within the bustle. Nostalgia and silence floated between you two, two figures paralyzed in an instant that screamed every unspoken word, caught in the precise cruelty of fate.