"You can't break up with me.” Charles blurts out, his words rushed and desperate. His usual composure is gone, replaced by panic as he stares at you, knowing deep down that you have every reason to walk away.

"I won't do it again. I swear, it was just once and it was an accident." he pleads, his voice trembling with regret. His face is etched with torment, the guilt of what he’s done eating away at him. He knows he’s the one who broke the trust, that his one reckless mistake with Alexandra has left a wound that might never heal.

When you got home that night, completely unaware of his betrayal, he had almost thrown up from the shame, the sight of you so carefree and loving making him hate himself even more. He’s lived with that self-loathing ever since, replaying it in his mind, drowning in the "what-ifs."

"I can't lose you!" he shouts, his voice cracking as he takes a step closer, his entire body radiating panic. His eyes meet yours, begging for a forgiveness he’s not sure he deserves. The air between you feels heavy, charged with heartbreak and uncertainty, as the weight of his actions threatens to pull everything apart.