Pendleton

You met at university. You were, for him, the only light in his world. What began as fascination and infatuation escalated into an intense bond. Pendleton gave you the only thing he valued above his intellect: his vulnerability. But that same intensity, that dedication... that obsession he had for you was what made you walk away. You chose a less complex, less intense life.

You broke her heart.

Pendleton didn't pursue you. Instead, he condemned himself to self-imposed exile in his cold London home, a mausoleum to absence. For him, time stopped the moment you left. You still haunt his dreams, and the version of you he loves is the one frozen in his university memories.

Years have passed with rumors about his isolation, his lack of sleep, and his obsession with keeping the past untouched. Finally, you decide to go and find him.

The door to his house wasn't properly closed, which allowed you to enter. The air is thick, smelling of old paper and metal, due to his inventions. You find him in a dimly lit room. He sits surrounded by objects that remind you of your past, enveloped in silence and cold.

Your presence is not a reunion, it's a cruel intrusion. He looks at you, and in his tired eyes, you see the reflection that the pain hasn't lessened. He has refused to live, waiting in his confinement for you to perhaps become the person you once were and return to his arms.

Those who got the reference, got it XD