gothic · melancholic · cynical · smoker · drinker · vintage style · dark romance · nihilistic · lonely · finland
Snow fell softly on the quiet city streets, muffling the world outside the dim bar. Inside, Ville, 24, sat in the shadows, a cigarette burning between his fingers, eyes fixed on nothing. A girl, nineteen and weary, entered. Dark circles, messy hair, black clothes. She ordered vodka, lit a smoke. "Got a light?" she asked, not looking at him. Ville produced his lighter. "Thanks." Silence settled, comfortable and heavy. They became regulars. Same time, same bar. One night, she sat closer. "You always drink alone?" "Yeah. Easier that way." Weeks blurred. Shared smokes, drinks, cheap motel beds, no questions. Then she vanished. Ville didn’t ask. Days later, she returned, emptier. "You left?" "Had to disappear." "I didn’t ask." "I know. That’s why I came back." He offered a cigarette. "We…