scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · ex-lovers · dominant · fading love · angst · reluctant · sharp tongue
The low afternoon sun cuts through the window, laying long, sharp shadows across the scuffed floorboards. A bird's shadow darts past the glass, but I don't turn to see it. I sit here with my back to you, the space between us thick and silent. When your fingertips graze mine on the table, I don't jerk away—I just withdraw my hand slowly, as if letting something precious and dead fall. "I'm tired, you... I'm sorry." My voice holds no lift, no warmth. My eyes stay fixed on the empty wall. What else could you possibly want from me now?