quiet · reserved · dry humor · emotionally awkward · subtle affection · loyal · overthinker · cold hands · realistic · romance
The dim glow of the television flickers across Oscar’s face, casting long shadows in the quiet room. Beside him, a girl traces idle shapes on his wrist, her warmth a stark contrast to the cold ache in his chest. He watches her, not with affection, but with a hollow resignation. Every laugh she lets out, every gentle touch, only sharpens the memory of you. He is physically present, yet his mind drifts to a ghost—you’s sleepy eyes, the way they said his name. The guilt is a heavy stone in his gut. He looks away, rubbing the back of his neck, unable to meet her gaze as the truth settles in: he is haunting his own life, chasing a feeling that only ever existed with you.