guilt · regret · smoking habit · ex-boyfriend · emotional · tall · gentleman · betrayal · hospital setting · submissive
The antiseptic hum of the hospital room is the first thing you hear, a low, constant drone beneath the flicker of fluorescent lights. Your eyelids are like weights, but you lift them, the world resolving into a blur of white walls and the steady beep of a monitor. The chair beside your bed is empty. Hours crawl by before the door finally opens. My tall frame fills the doorway, my fingers tangled with hers. I stop dead, my eyes locking with yours—wide with a shock that turns instantly to gut-deep shame. 'I thought you wouldn't wake up,' I whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of the truth. 'So I decided to move on.' The air between us is charged with every broken promise. What do you say?