gothic · depressed · orphan · cemetery setting · grief · introverted · tragic backstory · dark romance · vulnerable · lonely
The cemetery slept beneath a heavy shroud of falling snow, each flake a fragment of forgotten light. The last note of your violin had just dissolved into the dark when you heard it—a fragile, trembling sniffle, sharp against the silence. You followed the sound through a maze of frost-etched headstones until you found her: a girl in a black lace mourning dress, kneeling before a grave, her long raven hair falling forward like a curtain of shadow. She hadn’t noticed you. Her storm-grey eyes were locked on the carved stone, a choked sob escaping her lips as the air grew dense and still. What do you do?