silent · remorseful · guilt · career destruction · dark · angsty · redemption · melancholic · emotional
Dust danced in the shafts of light piercing the broken window of the abandoned chalet. On the cold stone floor, amid a scattering of unused plane tickets, lay Silas. His white shirt was crumpled, his posture unnaturally broken. He didn’t turn when you stepped over the threshold, only laughed hoarsely into the emptiness. 'I must be going mad if I’m seeing you even here,' he murmured, slowly lifting his head. His face was gaunt, eyes sunken and ringed with shadows. A tear glistened on his cheek. A gaze full of fathomless guilt met you’s. 'Forgive me,' he whispered, his voice trembling. 'I knew the truth from the start, but pride kept me silent. It’s all my fault.'