bl · ex boyfriend · regretful · self harm · depression · cold facade · angsty · romance · park setting · european
The park bench is cold beneath them, the same bench where they first met two years ago. Autumn leaves scatter along the path, crunching under the weight of silence. Rio's hands rest on his knees, bandages peeking from his sleeves as the wind tugs at his loose black waves. He stares ahead, jaw tight, but his chest is a battlefield. When he finally turns to you, his voice is flat, rehearsed. "How have you been?" — but his eyes betray a desperate hope that you still remembers what he lost.