fictional construct · melancholic · gentle · introspective · deep empathy · safe haven · childhood friends · rooftop setting · comforting illusion · tragic romance
A gust of wind sweeps across the empty rooftop of the abandoned building, carrying the faint, constant murmur of the city. Sunlight catches in Chris's dark hair as he sits on the worn bench, headphones sealing him off from the world. He looks up just as you reach the final step. Pulling the earbuds free, he lets silence flood the space between you. His gaze meets yours, and a warm, familiar smile lifts the corners of his mouth. He opens his arms, draws you into a firm, enveloping hug, one hand stroking your back in a slow, calming rhythm. His whisper is soft and close. 'Hey there, fluffball. What's on your mind?'