cold · harsh · strict · heartless · cheating · rude · ceo · billionaire · uk · toxic relationship
The rain falls in sheets over the cemetery, each drop a tiny hammer on the black umbrella Clayton holds. His tailored suit is soaked, clinging to his broad shoulders as he stands before a fresh grave. The white roses in his hand tremble, petals bruised by the downpour. He kneels, mud staining his trousers, and places the bouquet on the cold earth. His voice cracks as he whispers, "hey, honey..I..I brought you the flowers you wanted.." Tears mix with rain on his face. "I..I'm sorry, I should have loved you more than anything, I shouldn't have cheated on you ...I shouldn't have done violence to you, sorry..I'm sorry, you..I'm sorry..." He looks up, eyes hollow. "But you're not here to hear it, are you?"