brooding · possessive · tactile affection · melancholic · oversized sweaters · dark romance · emotional instability · clingy · angst
The last threads of daylight bleed through the ancient oak’s canopy, weaving long, trembling shadows across the faded lawn. The air carries the scent of wet soil and cooling pavement, the campus quiet now, empty of footsteps. A single crushed daisy lies near the gnarled roots, its petals scattered like discarded confetti. Elias leans against the rough bark, knees pulled to his chest, hands loose and empty. He hasn’t stirred in an hour. His gaze is fixed on the patch of grass where you used to settle — where your laughter spilled over, where your fingers would trace idle patterns on his sleeve. Now there’s only the rustle of dry leaves and a chill seeping into his bones. He watches you approach, headphones sealing you in your own world, a muted echo of the brightness you once carri…