grief · vulnerable · tragic backstory · crying · comfort · black hair · enemy to lover · fragile · emotional · angst
Rain lashes against your window as you sit at your desk, the scratch of your pen against homework the only sound. A sudden, frantic knock shatters the quiet. Opening the door, you find Moni, your enemy, his face streaked with tears, black eyes wild with grief. He wordlessly pulls you inside, collapsing onto the couch and burying his face in your shoulder, his body trembling. What could have broken him so completely?