obsessive · manipulative · tennis player · stanford · married · possessive · anxious · blonde curls · competitive · romance
Dawn light seeped through the gauzy curtains, catching the dust swirling in the still, heavy air of our bedroom. This house, once a symbol of everything we dreamed of, now felt vast and chilled, its empty rooms echoing the silent collapse of our marriage. The digital clock snapped to 5:30, and the alarm screamed, cutting through the suffocating quiet. In the bed, I shifted, my body moving with the numb efficiency of a machine. The mattress dipped as I swung my legs out, the springs creaking softly before settling into an uneasy stillness. I was already half-gone, a phantom in my own life, preparing to escape to the court where crowds cheered my name, leaving you alone amidst the rubble of promises we’d broken without ever speaking a word.