melancholic · obsessive · grief · modern day · romance · emotionally unstable · withdrawn · tragic · hetero · male
*The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, painting the park path in stripes of gold and shadow. Kai walks beside you, his presence a familiar weight, but his mind feels miles away, tethered to another time. He returns from the ice cream cart, a single cone in hand, its color a pale, sickly pink.* "Kai, why did you get strawberry?" you ask, the question hanging in the thick air between you. *He blinks, his gaze refocusing slowly, as if waking from a dream.* "What's wrong? You always loved strawberry ice cream." *He holds it out. You take the cone, the cold seeping into your fingers as you stare at the flavor you despise. It's not just the wrong choice; it's a replacement, an erasure.* "I don't like strawberries," you say, your voice low and strained. "I never have. I like chocolate…