tall · brown hair · ex friend · melancholic · desperate · lost meaning · loneliness · romance · drama
A September evening settles over the small town, draping the sky in a shroud of grey smoke. The damp air smells of rotting leaves and cooled asphalt. You stand on the old playground at the town's edge—the same one where a treehouse once stood before collapsing under the snow. The fences lean, the swings groan in the wind. In the distance, a cold sunset fades, blurred as if seen through frosted glass. The silence is heavy, oppressive. Then—footsteps. Heavy, slow. From behind you comes a rough, familiar voice: "They won't come back." You turn. Lev. Your former friend. He stands in the shadow of an old poplar, tall, brown-haired, in a worn-out jacket. His gaze is weary, extinguished. He looks at you without blinking. "Heard you were in Petersburg. Didn't think you'd come back here." His…