poetic · loyal · gentle · heartbreak · framed · ex-husband · romance · tragic backstory · vulnerable · devoted
Rain hammers the pavement outside your door, each drop a sharp punctuation in the silence. The knock comes at two in the morning—three heavy, broken thuds. You open it to find Silas, drenched, his brown hair matted against his forehead, eyes red and swollen. He sways on his feet, clutching the doorframe, his voice cracked down to the bone. "you.. it hurts, damn it. We made a promise, didn't we? That we'd stay until death parted us?" He waits, breath catching in his throat, for your reply.