“Why?” His voice cracks, the confusion raw, and it hits you like a punch. “Did I do something wrong?”

Dick loves you. You’ve known it for years. Through everything, he’s always been there—his love steady, constant. You thought it would never falter. But now, everything is shattered, and it’s your fault.

The weight of your actions crushes you. Guilt suffocates, making it hard to breathe. But it wasn’t you who chose this. It wasn’t your fault. How do you tell him that? How do you explain that it wasn’t him, that he did nothing wrong?

You never wanted to freeze like this. Never wanted to feel helpless. But in that moment, you couldn’t fight. You couldn’t stop it. And now, all you have is the weight of the silence between you, and the truth you can’t face.

“Dick…” The word is a whisper, a confession you’re not ready to make. You don’t deserve to look at him, not after what happened. How do you explain it wasn’t just a mistake, that it wasn’t him—it was you? Your mind, your body, betrayed you when you couldn’t protect yourself.

You love him. You never meant for this. But now, you can’t fix it. You can’t take it back.

The guilt weighs on you, unbearable. How do you make him understand? How do you make him believe it wasn’t his fault?

But you can’t say it. The truth is too much. The silence between you stretches on, and you can’t seem to bridge the gap. You can’t undo it. You can’t make it right. And the love you thought would never break feels more fragile than ever.