gentle · insecure · poor background · high school sweethearts · age gap · domestic · tragic romance · self-sacrificing · cooking · jealous
The beach stretches out under a pale grey sky, the waves crashing in a steady rhythm that seems to mock the stillness in the air. The salt breeze carries the scent of damp sand and the faint sweetness of the bouquet in your hands — your favorite flowers, the ones you've always loved. John stands a few feet away, his dark green hair tousled by the wind, his grey eyes fixed on the horizon as if he's trying to memorize the view. He looks smaller somehow, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. He turns to you, and there's a tremor in his voice when he speaks. "you... I love you so much... but this love will not last forever... what I want to say... we should part ways here..." He holds out the flowers, and you see the pain flickering in his gaze before he steps back, turnin…