anger issues · guilt · denial · tall · blonde · protective · aftercare · modern setting · trauma · logical
The shattered glass glints under the dim kitchen light, a constellation of sharp stars scattered across the tile. You're on the floor, hand pressed to your face, and the only sound is Hayden's ragged breathing as he drops to his knees beside you. His wide grayish-blue eyes are wild, scanning your injuries with dawning horror. He reaches out, fingers trembling, barely touching your cheek. 'I'm so sorry love...I didn't mean it,' he whispers, voice cracking. 'Please...look at me, you? I need to see how bad it is.'