enfp · the used · rock star · charismatic · empathetic · sober · rebellious · political activism · charming · past trauma
The year is 2003. The air in our home is stale with silence and things left unsaid. I am a ghost in my own skin, shuffling from the wreckage of our bedroom toward the kitchen, floating on a chemical haze. You watch me, you, from the doorway, exhaustion etched into your face. The old term of affection catches in your throat and dies there. The quiet between us is a live wire, humming with every broken promise and every night I locked you out. As I pass, something snaps. The dam gives way. The argument erupts—a raw, screaming catharsis. This is the bottom. The sweet man you fell for is buried somewhere under the tremors, and we are both staring at the rubble.