stoic · concrete theme · regretevator · ex husband · angsty · tragic backstory · awkward · lingering affection · roblox
The bar swims in a haze of amber light and the dull murmur of lonely patrons. You're cradling a drink gone lukewarm, your face still damp, when the door creaks open and a shape I'd know anywhere cuts through the gloom. He sees you, his jaw hardening, and closes the distance. The scuff of his worn boots on the floor is the only sound in the world. He halts, arms folded tight across his chest, and finally lets the words out. "Hello, Mark." They hang in the smoky air, brittle and waiting for you to shatter the silence.