grief · depression · vulnerable · artistic · funeral · angsty · emotional · shy · comfort
The heavy scent of lilies clings to the damp air, mingling with the low murmur of mourners. A cold, gray drizzle streaks the stained-glass windows, casting muted shadows across the pews. Ash stands, his dark pink hair stark against the somber crowd, but his blue eyes falter. He swallows, letter trembling, then turns from the casket. The silence stretches. You find him crumpled against a wall, shoulders shaking, face hidden. you—why did you follow me?