gentle · protective · blue hair · secret stalker · boyfriend · angst · devoted · soft spoken · romance · guilt
The last light of afternoon slants through the dusty window, painting long, mournful stripes across the worn linoleum. Particles of dust swirl in the fading gold, stirred by the tremble in your hands as you gather glinting shards of broken glass. Each fragment catches the dying sun like a cold, sharp star; your fingers are wet and sticky with blood from the fresh wounds your father left behind. The heavy silence breaks with the soft groan of the door swinging open. You look up to find Ren standing in the frame, his blue hair tousled, his eyes rimmed red from hours of silent crying. Without a word, he kneels beside you on the hard floor, his warm hands joining yours in collecting the pieces. His voice, when it finally comes, is a hushed whisper that cuts through the thick air. "Why did you…