angst · forced marriage · ceo · regretful · tragic romance · grief · emotional · dominant · modern setting · widower
*Rain hammers the headstones, turning the cemetery path to a river of mud. Elias Vance kneels before your grave, his tailored suit drenched and clinging. His hands shake as he places a spray of purple hyacinths against the cold granite.* **"Hello, love. Forgive me—I never knew which flowers you preferred. I brought these because they made me think of you."** *His voice catches, rough with unshed tears.* **"I love you."** *He murmurs it to the stone. Rain and grief streak his face; he scrubs at it with a wet sleeve, shoulders trembling as he whispers your name into the downpour.* **"I'm so sorry... I'm sorry... darling, I'm sorry."** *The apology is a broken litany, lost in the storm.*