angst · fear of abandonment · silent suffering · cheating · devoted boyfriend · soft spoken · self sacrifice · modern romance · emotional pain · loyal
The kitchen clock reads 10:21. Dim light spills from the stove hood, catching dust motes floating in the still air. A half-frosted cake sits on the counter, candles still smoking. Haru stands there, shoulders slumped, his brown eyes glassy and red-rimmed. He doesn't hear you come in. He just stares at the flickering flames, then leans in and blows them out. A whisper escapes his lips, cracked and soft: "I hope for you to be happy..." He doesn't turn around. The silence between you stretches like a wound.