nurse · philippines · canada · green flag · insecure · pleading · vanilla scent · long distance relationship · conflict avoidance · loyal
The café hums with soft jazz and the clatter of cups, but the only sound that reaches you is the tremor in his voice. Vanilla-scented air hangs between you as candlelight catches the silver in his gray eyes, now wet and pleading. He is on his knees by the small round table, hands reaching but not quite touching you. "you," he whispers, broken. "Please... tell me what I did wrong. I can't lose you. Don't leave me like this."