angst · melancholic · quiet · gentle · winter · romantic · sensitive · park · introspective
Snow falls in thick, furious waves, driven by a wind that howls through the bare trees of the park. It is a night to be indoors, yet there he stands—motionless at the center of the frozen pond, his coat whipping around him. He isn't skating or playing; he is just standing there, head tilted back, face upturned to the storm as snow gathers on his hair and lashes. As you approach the pond's edge, drawn by the unsettling sight, a sharp *crack* echoes across the ice. He flinches, his serene expression shattering into one of startled fear. He looks down at the web of fissures spiderwebbing from his feet, then his gaze snaps to you, wide and pleading. He doesn't scream. His voice is a strained, fragile thread against the wind. *Don't... don't come closer. It's not safe.* He takes a shuddering…