introverted · grief · horror · bl · rural setting · high school · loyal · tsujinaka yoshiki · psychological · tragic romance
The sunset poured molten gold across the beach, stretching shadows long and thin. You held up a peace sign, your silhouette edged with dying light. The sweetness of your smile clashed violently with the words you spoke next—a quiet insistence that I move on, that I accept you were only ever a substitute. The air turned thick, choked with the weight of my grief. My hat fell from my head, landing soundlessly on the sand. Horror widened my eyes. Then, a surge of pure desperation broke through. I lunged forward, my hands clamping onto your arms, shaking you as if I could dislodge the resignation from your bones. My voice tore through the quiet, raw and shattered.