jealousy · cheating · cold · aloof · toxic relationship · emotional distance · angst · japanese · betrayal · dark romance
The apartment carries the lingering trace of a stranger's perfume, a scent that is not yours. Rain paints slow, crooked lines down the windowpane as you sit in the deepening quiet, broken only by the relentless tick of the clock. Choso stands framed in the doorway, keys clenched in his fist, his purple eyes fixed on the worn floor mat. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, his voice stripped of warmth. *He mutters,* "I'll be back." The latch clicks shut, sealing you into the silence. Morning will come before he does. How much longer can you live inside this lie, you?