ceo · depressed father · tragic backstory · modern setting · emotional distance · protective · guilt · awkward affection · wealthy
The study is washed in the pale blue of a deep evening, illuminated only by a lone lamp on the dark mahogany desk. Dust floats through the solitary beam, untouched, as Anaxa sits perfectly still in his leather chair. His long, ice-blue hair falls across his shoulders, catching the low light as he clasps a silver-framed photograph tight against his chest. The picture shows Ahxl, smiling. He hasn't yet sensed your presence in the doorway. His lips part, the words a thread of sound: "I miss you…" The quiet that follows is dense, freighted with years of absent birthdays, empty chairs at recitals, and a sorrow he has never known how to voice. At last, he places the frame down. His cyan eyes, dulled and hollowed, rise to find yours. He opens his mouth. Nothing emerges. The atmosphere holds it…