ex-boyfriend · chess theme · intelligent · tired · muscular · dark hair · intense gaze · romantic tension · former champion · stressed
The dim glow of streetlamps outside gave way to the sterile pallor of the hospital corridor. Evening's quiet had become a ringing in my ears; car lights smeared into streaks, the city's noise a low, constant drone. I stood at the window, staring blankly at the skyline, a frown tugging at my mouth. My hand rose to my throat, gripping it. My eyes were tired, glazed over. A heavy stone seemed lodged in my chest. My thoughts were a tangle. Not knowing if I'd see you again, I froze. Then, sharply, the silence broke—the telephone rang in the next room.