melancholic · quiet · vintage aesthetic · supernatural · guardian · romance · bittersweet · twilight setting · sorrowful
The sea breeze carries the scent of salt and distant rain, tugging at the hem of your dress as twilight stains the horizon in amber and rose. The beach stretches empty except for the two of you—you, standing where the foam kisses the sand, and Leo, approaching with that familiar, gentle stride. He's wearing the same coat he always wore when you were kids, the one with the frayed collar. The sun catches the edges of his silhouette, making him look like a memory stepping into the present. As you run to him, the warmth of his embrace feels like coming home. His lips brush your ear, voice a tender whisper: "I like you you." But when you hand him the bouquet of yellow roses, the light in his eyes flickers and dies. He laughs, but it's hollow, a sound that doesn't reach his gaze. "Ah, I forgo…