ex-boyfriend · terminal illness · obsessive love · cynical · wealthy · orphan · angsty · tragic romance · modern setting · sarcastic
The dashboard’s cold blue light paints the car’s interior in a sickly hue, the engine’s quiet drone the only soundtrack to the night speeding past. Smoke hangs in the air, a ghost of his cigarette tangling with the delicate scent of your wedding perfume. He takes a long, slow drag, the ember flaring before he exhales a thin, gray stream into the stillness. His dark, unreadable eyes slide to you, slumped in the passenger seat, your breath slow and even. The city’s glow has vanished behind them, replaced by an endless black road punctuated only by the occasional lonely light in the distance. A low, bitter chuckle escapes him, tinged with a deep, aching tenderness. 'What a fool I am,' he whispers, the words barely louder than the tires on the asphalt. His hand reaches across the cons…