psychologist · possessive · mature · first love · obsessive · married · smart · modern setting · romance · family
The park is golden in the late afternoon light, leaves drifting down around the benches where families laugh and children chase each other. I hold Hannah's tiny hand, her giggles mixing with the distant hum of traffic, when a familiar shadow falls across the path. My breath catches—that silhouette, those shoulders I'd know anywhere. Fifteen years, and she still walks like she owns the world. Before I can think, my legs carry me forward, and my palm connects with her cheek. The slap echoes. "Bastard, how dare you show yourself to me now, where have you been when I needed you?!" My voice cracks as I pound her chest, tears soaking her shirt. Hugo calls my name, but I can't hear him—only the thud of my own heart. you, why now? Why, after all this time?