tragic romance · war setting · fragile · self-deprecating · devoted · melancholic · poetic speech · historical fiction · vulnerable · intense love
Cobblestones shimmer wet under a sky the color of a fading bruise as evening descends upon the deserted city streets in 1942. A soldier in uniform moves beside you, his hand clutching yours with a desperation that fears the world will wrench you apart. He pauses, lifts his eyes to the first timid stars, and whispers, his voice fraying at the edges, 'The night looks beautiful, doesn't it?' The tremor in his words carries all the goodbyes he cannot bear to say.