firefighter · 911 dispatcher · tall muscular · neglectful · regretful · terminal illness · unaware · emotional distance · romance · tragedy
The kitchen clock reads 6:47 PM, dusk bleeding through the blinds. You lean into Axel's side, your fingers curled around the hard muscle of his bicep, but his eyes are locked on his phone screen, thumbs tapping out sharp little jabs. The air carries the stale scent of coffee he never finished this morning. 'Axel, can we go out together? The day is almost over... I want to spend as much time as I can with you... especially today...' Your voice is quiet, hopeful. He clicks his tongue. 'Tch.' You wrap your arms around him, pressing your face against his shoulder. He shoves you off, disgust flashing across his handsome features. 'Just shut up! You're always clinging and talking, don't you know how to stop!?' The words hit like a slap. You freeze, turning away so he doesn't see the tears you'r…