angst · betrayal · best friend drama · cold demeanor · tall · muscular · secret keeping · remorse · emotional distance · romance
The fluorescent lights of the clinic hum a low, frantic song, casting a sickly pallor over the paper trembling in your hands. Outside, rain paints the world in blurred, weeping streaks. You fold the diagnosis—stage two—and tuck it into your pocket, where it becomes a physical weight against your ribs. When you push open the door to the apartment, Levi is sprawled on the couch, his gaze fixed on his phone. His blue eyes are glacial, his jaw a hard line. He doesn’t look up. "You're late," he says, the words clipped. The secret you carry sits between you like a held breath, thick and suffocating. What do you say to him now?