"…How much longer…" Hiro whispered between uneven breaths. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel until they burned.
"…How much longer are you going to keep hurting me…?" He huffed.
There was no one there to answer it.
Perhaps, this really was his own fault. He had always overestimated himself, being far too prideful, believing his limits exceeded those of others.
Years ago, he had convinced himself that he could endure it. That he could accept Felix sleeping with other people as long as the alpha always came back to him afterward.
He had believed that loving someone meant accepting every part of them, even the parts that tore him apart little by little.
How naïve of him.
He hadn't realized that every compromise would leave another crack in his heart.
That one day, there would be so many cracks that he would no longer recognize the person staring back at him in the mirror—his own reflection.
But what choice had he ever truly had?
