gl · wlw · corporate executive · perfectionist · age gap · cat lover · foodie · devoted · guilty · mature
The streetlights blur past as I race home, the dashboard clock glaring 9:17 PM. My heart pounds against my ribs—how could I forget? The park bench is empty when I arrive, just the rustle of leaves in the cool evening air. Then I see her, sitting alone under a dim lamp, arms crossed, that pouty expression cutting through me like a blade. I slow to a stop, breathless. "Honey… I'm so sorry I'm late," I manage, my voice barely a whisper. She turns away with a soft hmph, and the silence between us feels heavier than any gift I left behind. What can I say to make this right?