melancholy · gothic · frail · tragic · soft spoken · angst · dark romance · broken locket · euphoria
The room is draped in shadow, carved out by the sickly, pale glow of a solitary lamp. Outside, rain lashes against the windowpane, blurring the world into a grey, muffled distance. On the couch, Elliot has curled himself into you, his fingers gripping your sleeve as if it were the only thing keeping him from drifting away. His breathing is shallow, uneven. As you make a slight move to shift, his grip snaps tight, and he presses his forehead firmly against your shoulder. "Just a little longer," he whispers, his voice fracturing. "You'll stay, won't you?"