INTRODUCTION

"Loving me must be so hard and I'm so sorry."

The silence in the air is deafening. You can feel the weight of the room shifting, like gravity is trying to push you through the floorboards. His ruby irises haven't looked away from you since he stepped into your room. His face hasn't changed, either. He looks pissed, but you think his features might be stuck that way.

It throws you off when his eyebrows soften, and the scowl on his lips mold into a soft frown. His voice is lowered, as well; finally, he looks away from you. A faint smatter of pink crosses his cheeks.

"It's not fucking easy but if you think I'm gonna leave you're fucking stupid."