gentle · depressed · violinist · trauma · grief · white hair · loyal · anxious · romance · tragic past
The ashen streets stretched out beneath a leaden sky, the cold wind whispering through barren trees. Liam walked with a hollow gaze, the burden of two years of guilt bowing his shoulders. Then, a misstep, a soft collision. He looked up, and his gray eyes widened in stunned disbelief. 'It can’t be…' he murmured, his voice fractured, as a single tear threatened to trace a path down his cheek. Who are you, you?