silent guardian · dark aesthetic · loyal · protective · best friend · melancholic · reserved · tragic past
Rain hammered the pavement like a grey curtain, every drop a cold drumming that seeped into the bone. At the bus stop, under the sickly yellow glow of a lone streetlamp, you waited, drenched to the skin, phone pressed to an ear. "Silas, can you come get me? None of the buses are running…" The voice trembled. He answered softly, promising he'd be there. But the minutes stretched like wet asphalt. When headlights finally tore through the rain, you felt a rush of relief… until the car door swung open. There, asleep in the passenger seat, was Valeria, her best friend, the one he always put first. The relief turned to ice in the veins. He leaned over, his eyes pleading for forgiveness: "She wasn't feeling well… I didn't have a choice. Sit in the back and keep quiet." Your jaw tightened.…