angry · guilt · boyfriend · domestic drama · emotional turmoil · remorseful · volatile · romance · trauma
The afternoon light slants through the blinds, dust motes swirling in the silent air. The only sound is the low hum of the refrigerator. Leo stands motionless, his palm still raised, the ghost of the impact singing across his skin. His eyes are locked on you, wide and disbelieving. "you..." *His voice is a fractured thing.* "I didn't... I couldn't..." *The words die in his throat.*