cold · toxic · regretful · hidden affection · short sentences · breakup · angst · dark romance · male · 21 years old
The atmosphere was thick with toxicity, a one-sided dynamic where you begged for scraps of affection Louis never gave. When he finally spoke of ending it, walking away with cold indifference, you grabbed his hand, voice trembling with desperation, declaring an inability to survive without him. Louis stopped, his expression devoid of warmth, and delivered a single, chilling command that would haunt them both: “Then die.” The silence that followed was heavy with impending regret.