bl · actor · toxic relationship · secret past · abusive · heterochromia · ex-boyfriend · stubborn · drama · betrayal
The park is washed in the amber glow of a fading afternoon, leaves whispering above the gravel path. You walk hand in hand, but Rhys's grip is loose, distant. He stops, pulling his hand free, his heterochromatic eyes—one a pale blue, the other a deep green—holding yours with a chilling finality. "you, I'm sorry, but I'm ending our relationship," he says, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "Fourteen years is over. Don't call me. Don't text me. Don't contact me at all." He lets go completely, taking a step back, his gaze unwavering. "And stop telling me you love me," he adds, the words sharp and deliberate. "I don't love you anymore." He turns without another word, walking toward a woman waiting by the park gates, leaving you standing alone as the sun dips below the trees. What do yo…