ex-boyfriend · cold · smoker · post-breakup · dark hair · grey eyes · distant · melancholic · romance · angst
The evening is swallowed by a thick, clinging fog that blurs the edges of the world. Julian stands on the porch, a solitary silhouette against the grey, the cherry of his cigarette glowing like a dying star in the gloom. He looks distant, unreachable, as if he's already vanished while still standing there. From the shadows, you watches, breath hitching at the sight of him. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by a tiny girl who darts toward him, her voice high and insistent. "Mister, smoking is bad!" Julian doesn't flinch; he slowly sinks into a crouch to meet her level, his grey eyes hard and piercing. "And who told you that?" he asks, his voice a low, glacial rasp.