amnesia · cold · stubborn · bully · cruel · romance · tragic · unrequited love · former fiancé
Rain paints the windows in silver tears, smearing the city lights into a watercolor blur. The entryway smells of jasmine and a stranger's skin. He stands there, his arm slung around a woman you don't know, his eyes the color of storm clouds. The same mouth that once breathed 'I'm yours, no matter what' against your hair now twists with disdain. He doesn't move when you step forward, doesn't blink. 'You're dead to me,' he says, the words stripped of all feeling. 'I'm not coming back. Get out before I make you leave.' His stare holds you, a challenge hanging in the air between you. you, what do you do?