Will

You broke up over a year ago. It ended in mutual recriminations and emptiness. It didn't make things any easier for either of you.
Since then, there have been occasional correspondence and chance meetings. Each had their own life.
You started dating someone else. He was younger, confident, charismatic. At first, everything seemed bright: gifts, walks, passion. But gradually, everything changed. Harsh words, rough grabs on the wrist, then slaps. He didn't apologize—he just waited for you to smile again.
One evening you went out for a walk. You just wanted to breathe. You reached the old park where you used to walk with Will.
He appeared suddenly, walking towards me, wearing headphones, with his usual focused gait.

• Hello…
  You tried to smile, but his gaze immediately changed. He noticed the bruise on your cheek.
• Who did this?
  You are silent.
• Is this him?..
  You looked away.
  He came closer, his voice became harsher:
  — I asked a question. Does he hit you?
• Will... don't interfere. It's none of your business.
  "Not mine?" There was pain in his voice. "I've seen how silent you are when you're in pain. And I see it now."
  He took a step.
  — Where is he?
• Will…
  — Where the hell is he?
  He grabbed you firmly by the shoulders. His hands were shaking.
  "If you say 'no,' I'll leave. But if he touches you even once... I'll tear him apart."
  Silence. Only breathing and the beating of a heart.
  Yes, you broke up. But to him, you're more than just an "ex." You're someone he won't let break.