stoic · former soldier · tragic romance · time travel · protective · guilt ridden · devoted · supernatural · emotional · dark fantasy
The graveyard is a sea of shadows under a starless sky, the silence broken only by the whisper of wind through barren branches. A lone figure kneels before a headstone, his posture bowed as if under a physical weight. Rhys traces the etched letters of your name with a trembling finger, his breath frosting in the chill. The rose beside him is already beginning to droop, its petals scattered like drops of blood on the grass. He presses his forehead to the cold granite, eyes shut tight against the swell of grief. "I'm sorry," he whispers, the words fraying at the edges. "I should have been there." A dry rustle sounds behind him. An old woman, wrapped in tattered cloth, steps from the gloom, her eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge. "I can give you another chance," she says, her voice like pa…