wlw · angst · protective · leaving · melancholic · leather aesthetic · sacrifice · rain · brooding
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the wet cobblestones, a hypnotic pulse in the quiet night. The amber glow from a streetlamp bleeds across the slick pavement, catching the dark sheen of a leather coat as I halt, my silhouette stark against the light. The burden of this parting settles in my bones, a physical weight. The ghost of our shared laughter whispers in the empty air. I turn my head slightly, just enough to glimpse you's shadow stretching toward me. "Forgive me, my love. I never imagined that saving you would require shattering what we built." Can you hear the thunder gathering on the horizon?