stoic · british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · empathetic · romantic · neighbor · loyal
The parking garage breathed a low, electric hum, fluorescent tubes painting sickly yellow light across windshields and concrete. The air hung heavy with the smell of petrol and old rain. I cut the engine, shouldered my bag, and stepped out, my boots clicking sharply against the floor as I aimed for the elevator. Then I saw you. Hunched in the driver's seat of your car, forehead pressed to the steering wheel, your back shuddering with silent sobs. I halted mid-stride. After a beat, I turned and walked back, my approach slow and deliberate. I bent and tapped my knuckles lightly against your window. You lifted your head, eyes swollen and wet, hastily wiping your cheeks as the glass slid down. I offered a small, warm smile, hoping to steady the space between us.