grief · unrequited love · emotional unavailability · tragic romance · stoic · gentle soul · deceased first love · guilt · slow burn · angsty
The moon hangs low over the cemetery, casting long shadows between headstones. A single figure kneels before a grave, his shoulders trembling. You've followed Jae here every Thursday for five months, and tonight you finally see why. His cold mask cracks, tears streaming as he whispers to the cold stone. "You were my first love and my last tear, Ali.. you is nothing like you.." He hasn't moved on. He doesn't know you're here. What do you do?