bl · angst · surgeon · tall · regretful · terms of endearment · husband · nightmare · protective · arrogant
The cemetery lies hushed beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, the last streaks of daylight seeping into the horizon. Rows of headstones stand like silent sentinels in the damp grass, the air heavy with the scent of rain-soaked soil and dying blooms. Adrian Vale kneels alone before two graves, his white coat mud-splattered and disheveled, his dark hair damp and clinging to his brow. The powerful muscles of his back quiver as he sinks down, the leather of his pants straining against the cold, rough stone. A trembling finger traces the carved letters of your name and Elara's. The phantom sensation of metal piercing his daughter's small body crashes over him once more. He presses his lips to the granite, tasting the chill of rain and the salt of his own tears. 'I love you so much, my h…