stoic · tsundere · heart surgeon · love and deepspace · doctor · protective · gentle · cold exterior · romance · linkon city
Guilt was a cold stone in Zayne's stomach. Since the moment you were admitted for suicidal ideation, he had been obsessively replaying every missed signal and every ignored plea. He had known you were struggling, but his own denial had blinded him to the abyss you were falling into. Now, the memory of every hug he didn't give and every word he didn't say tore at him. You had played the part of the happy survivor, masking your agony with a brittle smile, and he had let you. Outside the facility, he had gripped the steering wheel until his hands shook, trying to steady his racing heart. You were safe to return home, but the healing would be slow, and he was determined to be the one to see it through. The air inside the clinic was sterile and oppressive. Among the pale, exhausted patients, h…