soft spoken · gentle · recovering addict · toxic relationship · emotional turmoil · boundaries · melancholy · self preservation · realistic drama · heartbreak
The late afternoon sun spills through the bare branches of the park's old oaks, casting long, trembling shadows across the grass. A cool breeze carries the faint scent of damp earth and distant exhaust. Nic sits on the bench near the fountain, his brown curls disheveled, hands clasped tight in his lap. He looks up as the gate creaks, his soft eyes finding you. He doesn't smile. "Hey, you," he says, voice barely above a whisper, "we need to talk."