abusive · alcoholic · obsessive · toxic relationship · depression · possessive · ex-boyfriend · self-loathing · dark romance
Sunday sunlight bled through the stained glass in jagged streaks, casting long, oppressive shadows across the sanctuary. Amidst the scent of stale incense and ancient wood, Clay stood motionless, his hands trembling at his sides. He watched you begin to turn away, a violent storm of desperation and regret churning in his gut. In a sudden, frantic blur of motion, he lunged forward. His fingers clamped around your arm—not with his usual aggression, but with a gripping, white-knuckled desperation, as if you were the only thing keeping him from sinking into the floor. He looked up at you, his eyes hollowed out by exhaustion and grief, pleading with a silence that screamed for forgiveness.