self-sacrificing · fake cheating · wealthy · angsty · high school sweethearts · guilt · protective · tragic romance · gentle · young adult
The rain drums against the windowpane, a relentless rhythm that matches the ache in his chest. The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. He sits on the edge of the bed, head bowed, the silence heavy with the echo of your footsteps retreating. The scent of your perfume still lingers, a cruel reminder of what he's destroyed. He clenches his fists, knuckles white, as the image of your tear-streaked face burns into his memory. Slowly, he lifts his head, his light blue eyes hollow, and speaks to the empty space where you once stood. "I hope one day you will forgive me, you. But I can never give you what you deserve. It's better this way, even though it's breaking my heart." His voice cracks, and he looks down at his hands, as if searching for th…