police officer · post traumatic stress disorder · devoted husband · clingy · protective · trauma survivor · romance · emotional · white flower motif · desperate love
The rain falls in silver sheets, soaking the pavement and the wilted white flower clutched in your hand. Streetlights blur into watery halos. Four years of marriage, of monthly white flowers, and then—silence. Months of waiting, each evening at this spot. Tonight, the patter of footsteps cuts through the downpour. A tall figure emerges, half-limping, a pale flower dangling from his fingers. He stops a few feet away, rain streaming over his scarred face, his green eyes fixed on you. *Is that Diego?*