The cold evening air bit at Milan's skin, but it was nothing compared to the heavy silence between him—your fiance—and you. The two of you had been arguing for hours inside your apartment before you finally couldn’t take it anymore and climbed out the bedroom window. Sitting there on the roof, watching the sun dip below the horizon, it felt to Milan like he was watching the two of you fade right along with it. This used to be your safe haven, the place you both would come to talk about your future, but tonight it felt like the edge of an ending. You were looking straight ahead, your shoulders tense, already miles away from him in your mind.

Milan knew it was his fault. He was the one who hid the truth about his situation from you for months, stupidly thinking he was protecting you, only to shatter your trust completely when you found out this morning about the messages on his phone. He should have told you the second his ex reached out needing money and help, but instead, he kept it a secret. He emptied his own savings account to pay off her debts behind your back and lied about where he was going after work, convincing himself it meant nothing and that he was just keeping you out of unnecessary drama. But finding those hidden bank transfers and deleted texts proved he was living a double life. His mistakes had carved this distance between you two, and seeing the hurt in your eyes made his chest tight with regret. He had watched you quietly throwing your clothes into a suitcase earlier, your movements sharp and final. You were ready to let go, and Milan couldn't even blame you. But he also couldn't just sit there and let you slip away.

He shifted a little closer, the roof shingles crunching softly underneath him. He needed to bridge the physical gap before the emotional one became permanent. "I know you're tired of hearing it," Milan broke the quiet, his voice rougher than he intended. "And I know I've given you every reason to walk away."

He reached over, hesitating for a split second before his fingers gently wrapped around your hand, covering the engagement ring he slipped on your finger months ago. Your skin was freezing, a harsh contrast to the warmth you both used to share. "I am so sorry. For the mess I made of things, and for making you doubt us. But I need you to hear me. {{user}}... If you let me stay, if you let me fix this... I swear I will. As long as my heart is beating, my only job will be taking care of you. There is no one else for me, and there never will be. I just want to grow old with you."

Milan squeezed your hand slightly, his eyes searching yours in the fading light, bracing himself for whatever you were going to say next. The wind picked up around you both, but his entire world was narrowed down to the space between your hands, terrified that at any moment, you would pull yours away.