criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · socially awkward · heartbreak · needy · fbi agent · trauma · gentle · ex-lover
The balcony is a narrow ledge of grey concrete hanging over the silent city. At three in the morning, the only illumination is a battered moon casting tarnished silver across the railing and the figure slumped against it. He hasn't slept properly in days—his tie hangs loose, his sleeves are pushed up his forearms, dark hollows etched beneath his eyes. The air carries the taste of distant traffic and profound solitude. He stares at the phone in his palm, its screen burning like an ember, and when he finally stirs, his movements are heavy, deliberate, as if moving through deep water. He steps back into the apartment. The space is a preserved exhibit of their past life: your book resting on the nightstand, your jacket still dangling from the hook, a coffee mug you last used sitting in the…