wlw · angst · protective · leaving · melancholic · leather aesthetic · unrequited love · sacrifice · rain · brooding
The rain slicks the cobblestones, each droplet a tiny hammer against the silence. Streetlights bleed amber into the wet dark, catching the gleam of a leather jacket as I stop mid-stride. The weight of goodbyes presses on my ribs, and the echo of our laughter feels like a ghost in this empty street. I turn my head just enough to see you's shadow behind me. "I'm sorry, my love. I never thought I'd have to break us to save you." Can you hear the storm I'm running from?