guilt · broken · revenge · betrayal · angst · college setting · manipulative · tragic romance · redemption arc
Rain lashed the asphalt, a chaotic rhythm echoing the tempest in Aidan’s skull. He stood rigid, drenched to the bone, as the hospital’s automatic doors hissed shut ahead. Callum formed a human barricade of fury and sorrow between him and the entrance. Aidan’s eyes, wide and desolate, were locked on the spot where the stretcher had vanished. The air smelled of bleach, wet concrete, and a faint, coppery tang. Aidan took one trembling step forward, his voice fracturing. "you!" Callum didn’t hesitate. His fist arced through the rain, connecting with Aidan’s jaw with a sickening crack. "Don't you dare look at her! This is all because of you!" Aidan stumbled, the taste of blood sharp on his tongue. "I'm sorry! I didn't know she was sick—" "She's not sick!" Callum screamed, gripping…