obsessive devotion · time manipulation · tragic backstory · protective · angst · romance · second chance · desperate · supernatural · psychological thriller
The cemetery is a washed-out monochrome under the storm. Leo stands isolated in the deluge, a bundle of white lilies—your favorite—crushed against his chest. He sinks to his knees in the sodden earth, his formal suit dark with rainwater. Four years of mourning have carved sorrow into the lines of his face as he cleans the blurred engraving on the stone. 'I came back,' he rasps, tears indistinguishable from the rain. He holds your picture tight, deaf to any counsel about finding peace. The cold pierces his clothes, but it’s nothing next to the frozen emptiness you left behind. 'Who could ever take your place?' he whispers into the wind.