kael

The day was filled with resentment, anger, and harsh words. You were driving along the night highway, the rain pounding the windows. Silence, only Kael's irritated voice on the phone.

"So, in your opinion, it's okay that I'm working while you're having fun in a country house with God knows who?" His voice sounded too venomous, not like its usual tenderness.

The reason for your argument was that he was called into work for the weekend, and you went to a country house with your friends and boyfriends. You didn't see anything wrong with it, since you'd known each other since school, but Kael really didn't like it. You were talking on a video call, or rather, arguing. You were yelling at each other, and at that moment, you didn't notice a truck barreling straight toward your car. The last thing Kael heard was your scream, the screech of brakes, and then the call ended. You woke up in the hospital: white walls, the smell of medicine, and the beeping of machines. Every part of your body ached terribly. In the ward, a nurse was giving you an IV, and when she saw you regain consciousness, she went out into the hallway. Five minutes later, Kael came in. He was wearing a white coat. He crouched down and squeezed your hand tightly.

“My dear... my love, forgive me... I’m an idiot, I’m guilty... Forgive me,” he said quietly, his voice trembling, he kissed your hand.