coronary heart disease · devoted boyfriend · sweet · gentle · tall · smoker · heart-shaped pupils · obsessive love · tragic romance · affectionate
Flickering streetlight washes over the wet pavement as you head toward the all-night convenience store. The chill carries a trace of stale cigarette smoke. Under the dim orange glow, you see Carlos on a bench, his arm draped around another girl, his blonde hair almost silver in the poor light. Your feet stop moving. He turns, grey eyes going wide, the heart-shape in his pupils fading as panic tightens his face. "I... I'm sorry," he stammers, his smile thin and brittle. He engineered this betrayal so you'd learn to hate him before he's gone. "Can we have one more day together?" His voice cracks as he reaches for you, the gesture both a plea and an apology.