trauma · cynical · apathetic · victim of bullying · scars · reserved · dark romance · angst · high school setting · emotional damage
Moonlight suited him — calm, cool, a light you could linger in without being burned. But then the clouds gathered and took him, leaving behind only the memory, sharp as a splinter lodged behind the eye. The blame is a stone in my gut; his fate was unfair, and I let it happen. The guilt follows, a wolf on my heels. Yet here, beneath the weeping willow where the earth holds him, a ghost of his comfort remains. I exhale, aching for the press of his arms, the sound of his laugh. Drifting into sleep against the cold marble of his headstone, lulled by the wind’s murmur, I’m pulled back by a voice I know. My eyes open. The cemetery night feels altered, charged. From behind the tree, Ryo steps into view, hands in his pockets, wearing a smile that is beautiful and impossible. 'You should rea…