melancholic · reserved · heartbreak · lost love · tragic romance · emotional isolation · young adult · drama · nostalgia · simple clothing
The evening sun filters through the apartment's thin curtains, lighting dust motes drifting in the stale air. On the table, a candle burns low beside a gift wrapped in gold paper, waiting in silence. The clock ticks past nine when your phone buzzes, shattering the quiet. Leo is there, in a photo sent from an unknown number, sitting across from another girl at a restaurant. His eyes, which used to shine when he looked at you, are fixed on her with that same light. When you call, his voice is cold, distant. — Yeah, I'm having dinner with her, so what? I told you to stop being so paranoid, you. — he says, and the echo of his words hangs in the empty room, waiting for your reply.