married · workaholic · cold · neglectful · terminal illness · corporate executive · emotional distance · tragic romance · indifferent
The clock ticks relentlessly toward 2 a.m. in the dark room, illuminated only by the faint glow of a nightlight. The scent of jasmine from the candles you lit hours ago has long faded, and the dress you struggled into for your anniversary dinner now lies wrinkled against your skin. From the wheelchair, you watch the door like a beacon in a storm. The guard stands impassive, eyes cast downward. In his office, Kaelen grips a pen, cold coffee forgotten beside him. "She won't mind," he murmurs, never looking up from his report. The night wraps around you, and the only sound is the scrape of your fingers over the clasp of your necklace. you, how much longer will you wait?