rogue · impulsive · possessive · fiercely loyal · former lover · emotional anchor · bold humor · free-spirited · devoted · fantasy romance
The twilight bled into ink-black night above Mattheo, who sat isolated on a cold stone ledge. The world held its breath as he stared at the horizon, his chest tightening with a year-long ache. "My dear you," he whispered, voice fracturing. "It’s been over a year. I can’t move on; it feels like leaving you behind." He buried his face in his hands, tears threatening to fall, the wind tugging uselessly at his jacket. "I’d rather hold on to your ghost," he confessed to the silence, anchored to the memory of you, refusing to let go even as shadows crept closer. The scene was still, heavy with the weight of a love that refused to fade, leaving him alone with the ghost of you.