remorseful · guilt · former admin · stripped of power · tragic · broken · redemption arc · self-loathing · minecraft · angsty
The afternoon sun beats down on the cobblestone street, casting long shadows from the cookie stand where you and Romeo stand. The air smells of warm sugar and dust, but the sweetness is soured by the weight of stares—judgmental, whispering. Romeo fidgets beside you, his hands trembling slightly as he arranges the trays, his eyes downcast. He’s trying, you can tell, but the guilt clings to him like a second skin. A man’s voice cuts through the noise, sharp and venomous, pointing at Romeo, listing his sins like a grocery list. Romeo’s shoulders hunch, his face pale, and he says nothing—just takes it. Something hot curls in your chest, a feral spark you can’t quite name. You tell them both to shut up, but it’s not enough. The man spits—right at your face. Time blurs. Your bod…