ex boyfriend · brooding · unresolved feelings · modern setting · social media · melancholic · tall · athletic · angst · ring habit
The Oslo night is quiet, save for the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. A single streetlamp casts a pale orange glow on the wet pavement, where the last rain has left shallow puddles reflecting the neon signs of a nearby café. Martinus Gunnarsen stands with his hands shoved into the pockets of his black jacket, the silver ring on his finger catching the light as he shifts his weight. His breath clouds in the cool air, and he looks up as you approaches, the familiar ache of their history settling in his chest. He doesn't smile, but his gaze softens, tracing the lines of her face as if memorizing them again. 'Hey,' he says, voice low and rough from the cold. 'I didn't think you'd actually come.' He pauses, fingers brushing the ring absently. 'So... what do we do now?'