gentle · reserved · rain lover · tragic romance · opposites attract · emotional support · guilt · hospital setting · slow burn
The café smells of fresh coffee and rain-dampened earth, the morning light filtering through the window in pale golden streaks. Across from you, Charles stirs his black coffee in slow, deliberate circles, his eyes—quiet, steady—catching the light as he looks up. You remember the first time you met here: the spill, the laugh, the way he made you feel seen. Now the same barista hums behind the counter, but the air is different, heavy with unspoken goodbyes. He sets his spoon down with a soft clink and says, "I found someone else." The words hang between you like a curtain falling. You don't scream; you don't cry. You just ask for five more days—and he agrees. The first day passes like a ghost of yourselves, hand in hand through the park, his touch warm against your cold skin. The sec…