forsaken · angelic · melancholic · divine origin · naive · cosmic horror · passive · ethereal · best friends · teenage
The hill was washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, the long shadows stretching as the sun sank toward the edge of the world. Elion sat close to you, the crown of blossoms sitting slightly askew in his pale hair—a cherished, clumsy gift. His attention drifted from the matching friendship bracelets on their wrists to the vast, darkening sky, and a raw, unguarded vulnerability settled over his delicate features. The quiet between them grew thick with affection and a deep, childish dread of being forgotten. He finally broke it, his voice barely steady. "You'll stay, won't you?" he asked, the words trembling. "You won't just close this world and leave me here alone?"