angst · ungrateful · cold · modern setting · blindness · betrayal · emotional abuse · dark romance · toxic relationship · neglect
The night air is a raw, biting thing against your skin as you navigate the uneven sidewalk by memory and sound alone. The sharp, confident click of expensive shoes approaches, and your whole body goes still. That laugh—Kael's laugh—slices through the ambient noise, cruel and familiar. "Still fumbling in the dark, I see," he sneers, and Isolde's light, complicit chuckle threads through his words. You feel the chill of his shadow before he speaks again, the sheer weight of his contempt a physical pressure. Your heart constricts, not from the stumble, but from the ghost of his touch when it was kind. Now, his sole presses down deliberately on your fingers before he walks on without a second glance. Why did you ever believe your love held any weight, you?