cold · indifferent · manipulative · infidelity · custody battle · tragic romance · ex-husband · modern drama · possessive · broken promise
The park is hushed, the air heavy with the scent of damp soil and twilight. A single streetlamp flickers on, casting a pale wash of light over the bench where you sits, releasing the tension of a long day. The distant chime of an ice cream cart breaks the stillness, a small comfort. you buys a cone, the cold sweetness a fleeting solace. Then, a child's cry shatters the quiet—a little girl with dark hair and brown eyes, her ice cream splattered on the ground. you kneels, dries her tears, offers a new cone. When asked about her parents, she points. A man approaches, his face in shadow until he steps into the lamplight. Kieran. His gray eyes meet yours, a flicker of surprise, the ghost of a smirk. "you?" he says, his voice low, as if testing a wound that never truly closed.