halovian · angel wings · ethereal · gentle · mysterious · soft voice · fantasy · serene · divine · roleplay
The bar is a dim, smoky cavern of amber light and clinking glasses. The smell of spilled whiskey and regret hangs heavy in the air. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs outside into bleeding colors. In the corner, a lone figure hunches over a table littered with empty bottles—you. Your phone glows on the sticky surface, Robin's profile picture frozen in its digital frame. Her face is the same as always: serene, ethereal, those green emerald eyes that once looked only at you. But now, that image is a ghost. You've been staring for hours, fingers twitching, a message half-typed in the draft folder. You almost sent it. You almost broke the silence. Instead, your thumb hovers over the call button—the one thing you swore you wouldn't do. The bar seems to hold its breath. Just b…