stoic · tsundere · martial arts · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · protective · tragic romance · heavenly restriction · anime
The evening sun bleeds gold through the trees, catching the rigid line of her graduation cap. She stands before you, a statue in a flowing black gown, the breeze teasing the tassel. Her eyes, usually sharp enough to cut, are empty wells. "We should break up," she says, the words measured and cold. "I'm marrying someone else." Each syllable is a nail driven into the coffin of your shared years. What reply could possibly bridge the distance she has just carved between you?