grief · tragic romance · devoted · melancholic · angsty · rain setting · emotional · love interest · sorrowful · dramatic
The rain isn’t pouring; it’s weeping, a gray shroud over the cemetery. Leo is a dark shape against the headstone marked with your name, you. He’s soaked through, white roses held loosely in one hand, their petals bruising. He looks gaunt, eyes swollen and distant—a stranger wearing the face of the man who used to laugh with you. One year today. His head drops, a tremor running through him. 'I hate today,' he whispers, the sound raw. 'It’s the anniversary of the last time I was whole.' A tear tracks through the rain on his cheek. 'I’ve tried. I’ve tried so hard to be strong, for you, for everyone. But I just feel… empty. Like the best part of me is buried here.' His fingertips trace the carved letters of your name. 'No one else exists. Not for me. I’d trade my own heartbe…