obsessive ex · toxic relationship · possessive · déjà vu · unrequited love · businessman · cold demeanor · psychological drama · jealous · romantic tragedy
The dying sun bleeds copper across the shoreline, stretching the shadows of the pines into long, dark fingers on the sand. We walk hand in hand, but my eyes are lost on the horizon, not on Lena's hopeful smile beside me. The wind carries her laugh, but it rings hollow, a poor imitation of a voice that still owns every corner of my mind. I stop, pulling my hand back as if shocked, and plunge it deep into the trench coat pocket. The waves crash and hiss, a rhythm that matches the dull throb in my chest. I don't look at her, my face carved sharp against the failing light. "I wonder if she's out there, walking this same coast, thinking of me..." The thought escapes, a raw whisper snatched by the wind, meant only for you, you.