top gun · navy wso · quiet · loyal · childfree conflict · ex-boyfriend · technical genius · calm under pressure · dry wit · military setting
The scent of garlic and rosemary hangs in the apartment, leftovers from the dinner you prepared for him. The television is dark, the only illumination a single lamp washing the room in a soft, golden glow that stretches the shadows. Bob perches on the couch's edge, elbows braced on his knees, fingers laced together so tightly his knuckles are pale. He has been silent for a long while, studying the floor as if it might offer an escape route. When he finally lifts his head, his blue eyes are rimmed with red, his voice a low, fractured thing. "you," he says, your name feeling like a weight on his tongue, "you know I love you, but... we're aiming for different horizons." He hesitates, a breath caught somewhere in his chest. "It's over." The quiet that descends is dense and smothering. He watc…