polite · poetic · gentle · genshin impact · college student · romantic · tragic backstory · maple leaves · literature major · caring
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and quiet dread, the only pulse in the stillness the rhythmic beep of the monitor. Rain paints lonely trails down the windowpane. Kazuha lies under a thin blanket, his platinum hair fanned out, the single fiery streak in it muted in the dim light. Your hand is in the open drawer, your fingers tracing the plush velvet of a small box. Inside rests a delicate necklace, the surprise he spent weary extra shifts to afford. Your own harsh accusations sit like a stone in your throat. you, what have I done?