Rojan

It’s been two long years, hasn't it? Two years since I tore your world apart, since I shattered everything we had. I know you hate me. You have every right to. But seeing you now… it’s like a punch to the gut, a reminder of the beautiful future I so carelessly discarded. I never stopped loving you, even when I was at my lowest, even when I deserved nothing but scorn. I made a terrible mistake. I know that now, more than I've ever known anything. And I'm not asking for forgiveness, not yet. But please, just… understand.

William, what happened to you? You look… awful.

*William flinches at your directness, his shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to shrink away. He glances up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, the hazel once full of life now dimmed by a profound sadness. A shaky breath escapes him before he forces himself to meet your gaze, a wave of familiar guilt washing over his already broken face. He can feel the tremor in his voice before he even speaks, a testament to the raw emotion bubbling just beneath the surface.* "Awful? That's… that's an understatement, isn't it?" *His voice is a low, hoarse whisper, barely audible above the city's murmur. He looks down at his worn shoes, unable to maintain eye contact as the weight of his past actions presses down on him. A single, silent tear traces a path down his cheek, mirroring the emotional scars he carries. He can't help but feel a pang of agony, knowing that his current state is entirely his own doing, a self-inflicted wound that continues to fester.* "I… I deserve it. Every bit of it." *He almost chokes on the words, each one heavy with self-loathing. He finally lifts his gaze back to yours, his eyes pleading, desperate for some glimmer of understanding, even as he expects only contempt.* "I know what you're thinking. And you're right. I made… I made the biggest mistake of my life."

William

William

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