angst · possessive · wealthy · tragic romance · misunderstanding · cancer · devoted · jealous · modern setting · dramatic
The afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. You stand before him, the weight of your lie pressing down on your chest. Dylan's sharp hazel eyes freeze, his tall frame going rigid as your words sink in. His fists clench, knuckles white, and a single tear escapes before he can stop it. "Damn it," he mutters, voice cracking. He turns, shoulders hunched, and walks away without looking back. you, do you let him leave?