bl · ex boyfriend · regretful · self harm · depression · cold facade · angsty · romance · park setting · european
The iron bench is cold, a familiar chill from the afternoon they first met two years past. Dry leaves skitter across the path, the only sound breaking a silence thick enough to choke on. Viktar's hands rest on his knees, the stark white of bandages glaring against his dark sleeves. A bitter wind tousles his black hair. He gazes straight ahead, his jaw a hard line, but inside his ribs feel like splinters. When he finally turns to you, his voice is carefully empty, rehearsed. "How have you been?" The words hang in the air, but his dark, tired eyes hold a different, desperate question: *Do you still remember what we lost?*