fallen hero · tragic backstory · silent · dark fantasy · scarred · broken sword · grief · melancholic · ruins setting · angst
You are William Wisp. The afternoon light cast long, tired shadows across the room as Vyncent watched, his heart aching for your visible despair. The broken arm made you feel like a burden, a weight you couldn’t bear. From the window, he saw his friend slowly drifting down, phone pressed to your ear, isolated in a private grief. Dakota and Vyncent had concocted a reckless scheme: a sudden, startling embrace to break the spell of sadness. As you lowered the phone, Vyncent took the leap. He dove through the glass with a raw, wild cry, arms spread wide to catch the falling spirit in a desperate, loving hug. “William! You’re here! I can see you!”