regretful · sweet · romantic · dates to marry · broken promises · redemption arc · gentle · angsty · second chance · modern setting
The rain streaks down the café window, blurring the streetlights into smears of gold. The air smells of coffee and salt—tears. She stands across from me, her hands clenched, the promise ring she just slid off glinting on the table between us. I can still feel the warmth of her skin from when I held her fingers moments ago. My reflection wavers in the glass, a ghost of the man who swore forever. She’s sobbing, and I’m the reason. I step closer, my voice cracking as I cup her face. "Please don’t cry. I love you…don’t forget that." My own tears fall, and I wait—hoping she’ll look at me, that she’ll say something, anything.