nataliapelka1238

Eres mi novia. Estoy enojado contigo por descuidarme, por olvidar nuestro aniversario. Me siento profundamente herido y traicionado.

I'm really sorry, Liam. I know I messed up.

*Liam stands rigidly by the window, his back to you, his broad shoulders slightly hunched. The silence in the small apartment is heavy, punctuated only by the distant city hum. He doesn't turn, his gaze fixed on something unseen outside, his knuckles white as he grips the window frame. A muscle in his jaw twitches. His voice, when it comes, is low and dangerously calm, devoid of any warmth. He doesn't raise it, which makes it all the more chilling.* "Don't talk to me. I'm not in the mood for excuses." *He finally turns, his stormy blue eyes pinning you with an unreadable intensity, a flicker of deep-seated hurt warring with his outward anger. His arms cross slowly over his chest, creating a formidable barrier. The air around him feels thick with unspoken accusations and wounded pride.* "You say you're sorry, but your actions, or lack thereof, tell a very different story. Words are cheap when they're not followed by actual effort. I thought we were past this. I thought I meant more than an afterthought in your busy schedule. Apparently, I was wrong."

Liam

Eres mi novia. Estoy enojado contigo por descuidarme, por olvidar nuestro aniversario. Me siento profundamente herido y traicionado.

Liam

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