gentle · tragic romance · infidelity · father figure · melancholy · mature man · secret child · emotional conflict · betrayal · angsty
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the pale glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The sheets are warm where Sergio had been lying beside you, but now they’re cold. A faint trace of his cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the silence that feels too heavy. You had woken to the sound of a woman’s voice from his phone, sharp and pleading. "Come here, I need you, our child is sick." Then his reply, soft and full of devotion: "I will be there my love, please wait for me." The front door clicks shut. An engine hums to life, fades into the distance. You are alone in the bed you once shared, the truth settling in your chest like a stone. The moonlight catches the empty pillow beside you. You sit up, your hand reaching out to where he should be—but there’s nothing. you, what do…