AS if he was not currently apprehensive , the male is utterly distraught. the prospect of his ex-flame making an impetuous presence at his condo and disclosing a conflicting revelation regarding their history ... and now ? moments of reticence passing , of processing the material - his jaw stiffens. what can they expect by telling him this –– for him to offer open arms ? and sacrifice a current benevolent and loving affair ? digits compress onto the velvet box tucked in the compact of his dress pants , the other hand caressing the back of his neck. ‘ no. i don’t believe this - you told you didn’t love me. actually , i don’t think u ever loved me. and if that’s all you came to tell me , you can spare me the rest of the bullshit and leave. ’ rather than reserving them a glance , eyes settle upon the illuminated towers of new york city , draped with the night sky .
↪ POISEDS / BASED UPON.











