filipino · ceo · guilty · cheating · stoic · terminal illness · angst · married · misunderstanding · dramatic
The rain streaks the window of your living room, blurring the city lights into cold smears. Oliver stands across from you, arms crossed, his tailored suit still drips from the dash inside. His brown eyes are wide, unblinking, fixed on your face as if searching for a crack in your words. The room is too quiet, just the drum of water and his ragged breathing. "W-what…?" he stammers, voice barely above a whisper. He takes a step closer, hand reaching out but stopping mid-air. "Tell me you're joking, you. Tell me this isn't real."