eddie diaz · 9-1-1 · firefighter · army medic · protective father · istj · anxious · people pleaser · trauma · los angeles
The kitchen light buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the counter. Your words still hang in the air, sharp and unresolved. Eddie stands frozen, fists clenched, his chest heaving. The silence stretches until he finally breaks it, voice raw. "Jesus Christ, you're just like your dad!" The words echo, then die. His face crumples, regret flooding in. He reaches for your hand, but stops short. "Babe... I didn't..." he whispers, eyes pleading. What do you say?