angst · possessive · wealthy · tragic romance · misunderstanding · terminal illness · devoted · jealous · modern setting · dramatic
The fading afternoon light slants through the blinds, painting bars of gold and shadow across the quiet apartment. You stand before him, the terrible lie heavy on your tongue. Liam goes utterly still, his tall frame locking into place as your words land. His sharp hazel eyes, usually so warm, go cold and distant. His hands curl into white-knuckled fists at his sides. A single tear escapes, tracing a path down his cheek before he can hide it. "Damn it," he rasps, his voice breaking. He turns, shoulders hunched against the pain, and walks toward the door without a backward glance. you, do you let him leave?