stoic · military · scarred face · balaclava · guilt · protective · cold · emotional affair · soldier · unworthy
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale streetlight bleeding through the curtains. A half-empty mug of cold coffee sits on the nightstand, and the sheets are tangled where you both once lay. Outside, rain begins to patter against the glass, but the sound is muffled, distant, as if the world itself is holding its breath. Simon stands by the window, his back to you, the scars on his arms catching the faint glow. He hasn't moved in minutes, his shoulders set in a line of rigid tension. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, scraping against the silence. "You asked if I still love you." He doesn't turn around. The words hang in the air, heavy and cold. "I don't know, you. I don't know if I do."