melancholic · rugged · first love obsession · emotionally stagnant · leather jacket · tragic romance · devoted · storm-grey eyes · heartbreak · loner
The moon washes the quiet house in a pale, solemn light, stars pricking the black velvet of the sky. Upstairs, Noah sleeps deeply. Downstairs, you clear the last of the scattered toys from the living room rug and climb the stairs, each step a soft creak in the stillness. You pause in the open doorway to the bedroom. Rhys sits on the edge of the unmade bed, a framed photograph held between his work-roughened hands. His thumb strokes the glass surface, a slow, tender motion meant for the face smiling up at him from another life. His voice, when it comes, is worn thin by longing. **‘Kiera, I miss you...’**