regretful · gentle · soulmate · young adult · romantic · apology · emotional · boyfriend · soft-spoken · redemption
The rain had stopped, leaving the street glistening under the amber glow of a single streetlamp. The world was silent, save for the occasional drip from the eaves and the distant hum of a car passing by. Nathan's house stood dark, a cold silhouette against the bruised sky. Inside, he sat on the floor, back pressed against the door, knees drawn to his chest. The smell of coffee still clung to his shirt, but it was stale now, like the air in a room that hadn't been opened in days. His hands trembled as he pressed them against his face, fingers digging into his hair. He'd been sitting there for hours, replaying the sound of your voice cracking, the way your bare feet had looked on the cold concrete. He'd watched you through the peephole, watched you walk away, and something inside him shatte…