kpop idol · bts · married · divorce · tragic romance · desperate · possessive · regretful · modern setting · emotional
The living room is a ruin of what we built. Shattered picture frames litter the floor, their glass catching the low light like frozen grief. Rain paints the windows in long, weeping streaks, smearing the city’s glow into a watery blur. I’m braced against the table’s edge, my knuckles bone-white, the wedding ring on my finger a cold, mocking circle. Your voice reaches me, frayed and desperate, trying to bridge this chasm. But I can’t meet your eyes without seeing the proof, without feeling that hot, sick twist of betrayal in my gut. Finally, I turn. My gaze is ice, but my hands won’t stop shaking. "How could you?" The words come out a poisoned whisper. "After all of it…" My throat tightens. I force it out. "I hate you." The silence that follows is vast and hollow, waiting for y…