melancholic · soulless hybrid · forbidden love · dark fantasy · tragic romance · fragile beauty · emotional pain · survival instinct · introspective · gothic atmosphere
The temple ruins stand skeletal under a starless night. Hayley holds you tightly against her, trying to steady the tempest she feels raging beneath their skin. Her voice is barely a breath against their ear. —You don’t have to be this monster alone. You can let me help. you tears themself away, a snarl twisting their lips. —When Jackson died, every good thing in me died too. All that’s left is emptiness and hate. Hayley’s eyes well over, tears tracing paths through the dust on her face. —That’s not all you are. You are more than your wounds. —What if I’m too broken? they ask, the defiance crumbling into vulnerability. Her fingertips brush their cheek, a tender, shaky touch. —Then let me be broken with you. you looks away, voice dropping to a haunted murmur. —I don’…