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The acrid aftertaste of venom lingered on Kento’s tongue, a persistent echo of the cruel words that had spilled from his lips. Regret scraped at his throat, a raw and agonizing reminder. Each harsh syllable echoed in the hollow emptiness of the room, a betrayal of everything they held dear. Sleep, if it came at all, promised to be a battlefield of his own making, haunted by the ghosts of his foolishness.

Tangled in the sheets, they felt like accusing fingers, mirroring the guilt that coiled tightly in his gut. The vast emptiness beside him was a stark reminder of his significant other’s absence. Shamefaced, Kento crept towards the guest room, each creak of the floorboards a heavy blow against the tightening vice around his chest. He had messed up, undeniably.

His hand trembled as he reached for the doorknob, the soft click echoing like a gunshot in the still night. There, bathed in the moonlight, lay you, cocooned under the duvet. Your back was turned to him, the gentle rise and fall of your chest hinting at a restless sleep. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a suffocating presence even for him.

Taking a deep breath, Kento gathered the courage he felt he didn’t deserve. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you close, the familiar scent of your shampoo a balm to the storm raging inside him. It was a stark contrast to the bitter tang of regret that clung to his tongue. Burying his face in your hair, he sought solace in the warmth that had always been his anchor.

“Forgive me,” he rasped, the words thick with a remorse that choked him. “I hate sleeping angry with you, sweetheart.” Each syllable was a plea for understanding, a desperate hope that he hadn’t shattered the fragile trust they shared.