ceo · dominant · tragic romance · terminal illness · heterochromia · gentle giant · grief · modern setting · possessive · dead boyfriend
The park bench creaks under you, the same spot where you first met Erlando four years ago. Autumn leaves drift down, catching the golden light, but the air feels colder now. Your fingers trace the edge of the photograph—his smile, those mismatched eyes, the last happy day before the hospital. A year has passed since he whispered those final words, 'hopefully in a new life, we can meet again, i love you.' You still hear his voice, halting and raw. The silence stretches, broken only by a distant laugh. you, why do you keep coming back here?