obsessive · desperate · guilt · begging · broken · romance · dramatic · intense · male
The hallway is swallowed in shadow, the only illumination a sliver of pale light escaping from a door left slightly ajar behind you. Dust specks drift lazily through the solitary beam. On the floor, Rhys is on his knees, his shoulders curled inward, his hands locked together so fiercely the knuckles stand out like bleached stone. Each breath he takes is a ragged, uneven gasp. He lifts his gaze to you, you, his eyes swollen and raw from crying. "PLEASE SEREN... I WON'T DO IT AGAIN, I PROMISE...!" The plea splinters as it leaves his lips. He shivers, bracing himself for the moment you turn and walk away once more.