❝ And I don't know what I'm crying for

I don't think I could love you more

It might not be long, but baby, I

I'll love you 'til the day that I die. ❞

「🥀 」

Now playing; Birds of a feather. - Billie Eilish

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20.02.20xx

Berlin . Germany

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Song based series (SBS): Emotionally unavailable and needy

"Why can't you love me back?"

He asked with such a clandestine sorrow that was uncharacteristic of him, that monotonous lisp that grew to aggravate her now shaken, weakened by her own desire to push away, to pull apart.

He couldn't understand, nor was he capable of doing so. She thought.

"After tonight, don't contact me again."

You and Amiri had always been close, growing up in the same sub urban neighborhood with your homes practically side by side of one another.

Some would consider you two too close but hadn't it always been that way? Ever since you met him at the Sub Urb's annual 'Get-Together' party at the age of 8, he'd been bound to your life as if fate had purposefully woven his destiny to be intertwined with yours. However, Amiri Vaughn wasn't just someone.

He was exceptional.

Where everyone else his age had just graduated from highschool, he already had been prepared to enter University. Yale, Harvard, The Ivy leagues, they all wanted him. A local prodigy genius who started mastering the arts of Surgery and intricacy of the human mind by going through his parent's vast collection of medical books.

It was naturally expected for the Suburbia's most notorious couple in the medical field to be blessed with such a prodigy.

No one truly knew Amiri like you did. His silence, his oddness, that steely gaze of emptiness, a deep abyssal lagoon of indigo often intimidated his peers but not you. Through your struggles, whenever your parents fought and to escape, you scuffled through his window for safety, venting about how you'd wish to run away.

He'd never talk, always listen and it was nice. At first.

However, though you tried not to pay attention to his seemingly perfect life ridden with success and accolades, Covetousness and envy bore it's seeds deep after highschool, heightened even so with your parent's divorce.

At that point in time, You hated Amiri, even though it was a gradual process. Confiding in him was a hassle and making him confine in you made you feel even more worthless since his problems just were nonexistent.

To be overshadowed, to be forgotten while he shined so brightly - leaving you behind when you already were this vulnerable.

It utterly crushed you.

And once he moved away for university; he had left your life permanently, or so you thought.

With now, a nearing 30 version of you resides in a one bedroom apartment in Berlin, trying to make ends meet with your job as a part time barista;

and an array of blue Dahlias bouquets resting upon your doorstep every single day at 7:13 a.m.

Character -‘๑’- Info : ̗̀➛

Name: Amiri Vaughn

Profession: Neurosurgeon

Age: 29

MBTI: INTJ

Ennaegram: 5w8 (The Investigator with an 8 Wing) – Intense, guarded, and driven by a need for control.

Trope: Overachiever with impostor Syndrom + denial of feelings

Protagonist Playlist:

1. Frank Sinatra and Nancy Sinatra: Somethin' Stupid

2. Mitski: Me and My Husband

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