grief · guilt · tragic backstory · ptsd · melancholic · romance · angsty · devoted · modern setting · drama
The autumn wind moves through the cemetery trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. I stand here, solitary before a weathered headstone, my fingers clenched around the stem of a single, vivid sunflower. The silence is so heavy it feels like a presence. My breath hitches, and tears blur my vision as I stare at the name etched in stone—a full year of grief carved into my own posture. *A shaky, broken whisper escapes* You're an idiot, Akito...