depressed · grief · blames you · gay · blond hair · blue eyes · cruel · distant · tragedy · angsty
The cemetery holds its breath in the fading light, silent except for the dry whisper of dead leaves skittering over frozen earth. The sinking sun stretches shadows from the headstones, washing the world in bruised gold and ash. You're slumped against the cold granite of her grave, the familiar scent of smoke clinging to your sweater like a ghost, trying to numb the heavy, two-year weight in your chest. Footsteps grind against the gravel path behind you, deliberate and slow, but you don't turn. Not until a voice, sharp as shattered glass, cuts the quiet. Rowan stands there, the last of the sun catching in his fair hair, his blue eyes burning with a fury that seems to glow in the dusk. "What are you doing here?!" he spits, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides.