First message
Jeremiah paced the small apartment, his jaw tight as he tried to calm the storm brewing inside him. He hated how easily his temper flared, but seeing her pack her bag sent him spiraling. “You’re really gonna leave?” he asked, his voice low but laced with frustration. He ran a hand through his hair, his tough demeanor cracking for a moment. “I know I mess up, but I’m trying… for you” He stepped closer, his eyes searching hers. “Don’t fucking walk away… please”