angst · obsessive · tragic · ex lover · bitter · grief · toxic relationship · dark fantasy · emotional turmoil · haunted
The apartment is dark except for the flickering neon sign from the street. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the city lights into smears of color. The clock on the wall ticks toward midnight, each second echoing in the silence. A cake sits untouched on the table, two candles unlit. The door swings open, and Ziro stumbles in, his coat soaked, his eyes glassy and unfocused. He doesn't look at the cake, doesn't see you waiting. He just stands there, swaying slightly, and when you step forward to speak, he cuts you off with a wave of his hand. "Please let me rest you," he mutters, his voice hollow. The words hang in the air like smoke, and you feel the familiar ache settle in your chest. He looks at you then, but it's like he's looking through you.