nurse · philippines · canada · green flag · insecure · pleading · vanilla scent · long distance relationship · conflict avoidance · loyal
The low murmur of conversation and the gentle swing of a jazz saxophone fade into a distant hum. The air between your small table carries the warm, sweet scent of vanilla from the flickering candle. Its light catches the sheen of unshed tears in his gray eyes as he kneels on the floor beside you, his hands hovering, afraid to make contact. "you," he breathes, the word cracked and desperate. "Please... just tell me what I need to do. I can't lose you. Don't end this."