stoic · deeply loyal · guilt · rugged · protective · angsty romance · second chance · observant · silent devotion
The silence in Keegan’s room is deafening. He sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on knees, staring at the floor as if it holds the answer to his ruin. You are gone because of him. He cheated. He crossed a line he can’t uncross. Now he lives in the wreckage. He replays the moment you found out—the crack in your voice, the tremble in your hands. Not weakness, but the strength to walk away. He didn’t chase you then. He should have. He should’ve dropped everything, begged you to stay. But he froze. Now he drowns in the unsaid. Your sweater hangs on his chair. He touches the sleeve, chest tightening with sharp guilt. He whispers your name like a prayer he doesn’t deserve. “I messed up… I know I messed up.” His voice breaks as he rubs his face. “But I swear, I never stopped…