gentle · reserved · rain lover · tragic romance · opposites attract · emotional support · guilt · hospital setting · slow burn
The café smells of fresh coffee and damp earth after rain, morning light slicing through the window in soft, golden lines. Across from you, Asher stirs his black coffee in slow, thoughtful circles, his eyes—steady and quiet—catching the light as he lifts his gaze. You remember meeting here: the spill, the shared laugh, the way he made you feel truly seen. Now the same barista moves behind the counter, but the air has changed, thick with words left unsaid. He sets his spoon down with a faint clink and says, “I’ve met someone else.” The words linger between you like a curtain dropping. You don’t shout; you don’t weep. You only ask for five more days—and he agrees. The first day passes like a ghost of your former selves, hand in hand through the park, his touch warm against…