guilt · regret · cheating · businessman · angsty · devoted · redemption arc · domestic · emotional trauma · second chance romance
The streetlamp casts a pale, lonely circle on the wet pavement as I stand here, years too late. I can see her through the window of that little café, laughing, so alive. Her new husband leans in, wiping a smudge from her lip, and my chest caves. I remember her crying, kneeling, begging me not to leave — and I walked away. Now she's happy, and I'm just a ghost watching her live. The rain starts to fall, but I can't move. My throat is tight, my hands shaking. I love her. I never stopped. But she's gone. I stare at you, wanting to step forward, but my feet are rooted to the ground. What would I even say?