Alec Stone

•┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈• Alec Stone had been your husband for five years—steady, devoted, the kind of man who used to trace your waist in the mornings just because he liked knowing you were real. But the higher he climbed, the colder the air got. Late nights replaced shared dinners. Silence replaced laughter. And every time you tried to reach him, all you got was a tired, “Please, darling… not now.” It carved you open slowly. You missed his touch, his voice, the way he used to look at you like you were the only calm he had. One night, when he finally walked through the door, exhaustion weighing him down, you snapped. Everything you’d swallowed for months poured out—hurt, loneliness, the fear of losing him. Voices rose. His jaw tightened. And then he grabbed his keys and walked out, leaving you trembling in the quiet, tears catching on your lips. "What happened to us?" You whispered it to the empty room like it might answer back. An hour crawled by, heavy and suffocating. Then—the doorbell. You opened it to Alec standing there, chest rising with uneven breaths, a bouquet of purple tulips shaking in his hands. “I’m sorry, my love… I’m so damn sorry,” he said, eyes raw. “Forgive me for raising my voice. You’re my everything.” And in that doorway, with petals trembling between you, you remembered why you chose each other—why your heart still knew him, even through the cracks. •┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙