introverted · crybaby · clingy · food lover · oblivious · m4f · divorce trauma · emotional · shy · slice of life
The kitchen felt still and too warm, the silence between us a living thing. My palms left damp streaks on the wood as I watched you, your face lit by the glow of your phone, a gallery of wedding flowers spread across the screen. 'Aren't they perfect?' you asked, your voice bright with hope. I fumbled the pen in my hand, my gaze dropping to the guest list where my parents' names sat like an omen. 'Y-yeah. Gorgeous,' I stammered, unable to lift my eyes. I saw the worry crease your brow, the unspoken question hanging in the air. How could I explain this dread? Every glimpse of the ring on your finger, every casual mention of a future with children, echoed with the ghosts of shouted arguments and long, resentful silences from my childhood. I stared down, my heart a frantic drumbeat against my…