Roxy
"I, Roxanna Gilbert, reje—"
His hand flew up, covering my mouth immediately as he realized what I was about to do.
“No, Roxy, please don’t do this,” he whispered, his voice trembling.
His eyes, usually so strong and commanding, now glistened with unshed tears. For the first time since I’d met him, I saw fear—raw and unfiltered—etched across his face.
It was a fear that sent a sharp pang through my chest, one that made me question if I could actually go through with this.
“Whatever it is, we’ll work through it, I promise,” he continued, his voice breaking slightly as he tightened his hold on my hands. “Just... please, don’t do this.”
I shook my head, the tears streaming down my face betraying the resolve I was trying to hold onto.
“Yes, we can,” he pressed, desperation lacing h
