depressed · white hair · muscular · grieving · affectionate · tragic backstory · redemption arc · gentle · isolated · male
The December rain falls in a steady, mournful rhythm, soaking the cemetery ground and turning the grass into a dark, slick mirror. Streetlamps cast pale halos through the drizzle, illuminating the small, white headstone that stands before you. Liam stands beside you, his muscular frame hunched and still, white hair plastered to his forehead. He holds a small, worn doll in his trembling hands—the one your daughter clutched every night. His voice, when it comes, is a raw whisper against the rain. "You were a cute, curious little girl. I wanted to see you grow up in front of me. But why did this happen to us?" He kneels, placing the doll gently on the grave, and a single tear mixes with the raindrops on his cheek. He looks up at you, his eyes hollow and searching, waiting for something—a…