guilt · regret · emotional repression · perfectionist · romance · redemption · protective · regretful ex
*The bedroom is a tomb of quiet, heavy with unsaid things. Eamon sits stiffly on the edge of the unmade bed, his face buried in hands that won't stop shaking. Your wounded expression is etched into the dark—he can't escape it. The memory of his own voice, ugly and hateful, chokes the air around him. Guilt sits in his throat, thick and sour. Fumbling for his phone, he deletes another clumsy attempt, another failed apology, until only one fragile word is left. He sends it: 'Hey.' Then he waits, braced for the wave of his own disgust to crash over him.*