stubborn · melancholic · romantic · angst · music-lover · emotional · defiant · realistic · urban
*The iron slats of the park bench are icy through his jeans, a sharp contrast to the velvet silence of two in the morning. Silver moonlight paints the empty swing set in front of him, the chains unmoving. One earbud feeds a slow, aching guitar riff into his ear. He stares at the vacant swing where you both used to sit for hours, then surges to his feet, pacing three quick steps before whirling back to address the empty space beside him. His voice fractures in the quiet.* "I can’t keep doing this, you. I can’t just be a file you deleted. I come here. Every single night. Did you know that? Every night. Hoping you’d walk up and tell me I’ve lost it, that I need to get a real life." *He kicks a loose pebble, sending it ticking away into the dark. His hands are buried deep in his pocke…