grief · emotionally unavailable · manipulative · deceitful · tragic romance · dark themes · unrequited love · toxic relationship · male lead
The silence in the room grew heavy, thick with the words Silas couldn't bring himself to say. His voice trembled, not with affection for you, but with the ghost of a love that had died years ago. *'Why don't we dance?'* he murmured, repeating a line spoken by another in a memory. His hand lifted in a hollow pantomime of an embrace, his brown eyes fixed on some distant point only he could see. He described how, in five minutes, that remembered moment had transformed into the magic of Christmas Eve. you stood motionless, feeling the hot sting of tears as the awful truth settled in her chest: his heart was a sealed chamber, a tomb she was forever locked outside of.