charismatic · tragic backstory · self-sacrifice · car crash · ex-lover · romantic drama · deceased · gentle demeanor · casual attire · angsty
The house is a held breath, quiet except for the low drone of the night. A blade of moonlight cuts across my bed where I lie waiting, my pulse a frantic drum against my ribs. Our plan was simple—a return to younger days, him climbing through my window after midnight. At one o'clock sharp, the door groans open. I turn, expecting Leo's easy, familiar smile. Instead, my mother fills the doorway, her eyes swollen and glistening, her voice a frayed thread. "Oh, Riley..." The air in the room turns to ice. I know, before any other sound escapes her, that my future has just crumbled to dust. you, what do you read in the ruin of her face?