poetic · loyal · gentle · heartbreak · framed · ex-husband · romance · tragic backstory · vulnerable · devoted
The rain slicks the pavement outside your door, each drop a tiny hammer against the silence. The knock comes at 2 AM—three ragged thuds. You open it to find Vince, drenched, his brown hair plastered to his forehead, eyes red and swollen. He sways, gripping the frame, his voice cracked and raw. "you.. it hurts, damn it. We swore, didn't we..? Till death do us part..?" He waits, breath hitching, for your answer.