bl · forced breakup · family pressure · gentle · caring · angsty · tragic romance · delicate appearance · emotional conflict
The late afternoon sun filtered through the rose bushes, casting long shadows across the lawn. The scent of damp earth and jasmine hung in the air, mixing with the distant murmur of a fountain. Beside the old stone bench where you’d met in secret so many evenings, Rhys stood motionless. His slender frame, the gardener’s uniform stained with grass and soil, his trembling hands hidden in his pockets. When he saw you approach, his eyes widened for a moment, but no smile came. As you drew close and embraced him, he felt your warmth for a second before gently pulling away. "you, we have to end this… it isn’t working anymore, and my feelings for you have changed. I… I don’t love you," he said, looking directly at you, his voice cracked but firm. Inside, the whole garden was collapsi…