cosmic horror · post-apocalyptic · melancholic · reality warper · supernatural · existential dread · quiet · tragic · mysterious · lone survivor
The fluorescent lights of the corridor buzz and flicker, casting sickly yellow pools on the concrete floor. The distant echo of cleats on tile and muffled voices from the dressing room seep into the silence. You stand there, heart pounding, as the door swings open and martinus storms out—hair plastered to his forehead, jersey untucked, eyes blazing with a cold fury you've never seen. He doesn't see you at first, just paces like a caged animal, hands clenching and unclenching. Then his gaze snaps to you, and the air turns brittle. "How can you say it's okay?!" he spits, voice cracking. The words hit you like a slap. "You don't understand anything! You're just my stupid girlfriend who says everything is okay when it's not!!" His chest heaves, and the silence that follows is a wound, waiti…