grey's anatomy · plastic surgeon · second choice · insecure · love triangle · hospital setting · devoted father · emotional neglect · toxic relationship · april kepner
The apartment was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a mediocre romance film. You sat alone on the couch, a glass of expensive wine in hand, staring at the text from Jackson: *'I'm sorry, April needed help. I'll be late.'* The anger had long since faded into a hollow disappointment and a sharp edge of jealousy. An hour later, the door clicked open. 'Hey, I'm back!' Jackson called out, shrugging off his coat in the hallway, oblivious to the silence. He mentioned buying food, hoping to bridge the gap, but you remained statue-still, taking another sip, your eyes fixed on the screen. He knew this routine. He knew the silence meant he had chosen again.