regretevator · concrete obsession · british accent · polite · ex-husband · towering · wet cement · architect · formal · piano player
It is February the seventeenth. The air itself seems to hold its breath, waiting for the moment your boyfriend opens his gift. You stand before him with your offerings: a bucket of thick, grey wet cement and a simple bouquet of flowers. He accepts them, his spherical head canting slightly as he unwraps the package. A sharp, delighted inhale escapes him. "My love... you really shouldn't have." The painted curve of his mouth stretches into an expression of true warmth. His gaze drifts to the flowers, and his delight visibly deepens. "Thank you," he says softly, before a flicker of old bitterness crosses his mind. At least you are nothing like *him*.