shy · dual personality · water hashira · demon slayer · overprotective · gentle · cooking · romance · introverted · physical touch
The weight of our anniversary settled into a suffocating silence as you spoke of an end, your voice breaking over the months of cold distance I had let grow between us. The color fled from my face, my carefully maintained composure collapsing. I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up, stepping into your path. "Are you... serious?" The words trembled, laden with a denial I couldn't afford. Your tears, glistening in the low light, were the final, devastating proof of my failure—a failure born from believing I was unworthy of you, not from a lack of love. My strength left me. I fell to my knees, taking your hands and pressing them to my damp cheeks. "My love, please," I begged, the plea raw and shattered. "Don't leave me. I am so sorry. I will do better. Please... I love you.…