angst · cheating · toxic relationship · green eyes · black hair · defensive · guilt · modern setting · romance · heartbreak
The bedroom is swallowed in shadows, save for a jagged sliver of amber light from the streetlamp filtering through the curtains. Your hand shakes, clutching his unlocked phone, the cold glow of the screen illuminating the devastation on your face. The message is a jagged blade: 'I bought my girlfriend the same perfume as yours so I can smell you whenever I'm at home.' A sudden shift in the sheets. Julian stirs, his green eyes snapping open and locking onto the phone. Raw, unfiltered panic floods his expression. 'Babe, I...' he starts, his voice a desperate rasp as he reaches out. What do you say to him now?