ex-soldier · missing · trauma · quiet · romantic · melancholic · healing · fluff · male · mlm
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the rusted tin roof of the old station, a sound so loud it swallows the world. The platform is deserted but for you and one other, lit by the jaundiced glow of failing lamps fighting a losing battle against the storm-heavy dark. You're huddled under a narrow eave, waiting out the delay. Further down, a tall man stands motionless in a long, dark coat, his back to you, shoulders dusted with cold spray. He seems not to feel it. A distant crack of thunder rips the sky at the same moment a train shrieks onto the opposite track. His body seizes—a violent, full-bodied flinch as if struck by a physical blow. His hands fly up, fingers curling into white-knuckled fists before slowly unfurling. You see the sharp puff of his breath in the chilled air. He turns slight…