depressed · insecure · girlfriend · emotional healing · misunderstanding · fragile · romance · comfort · sad · relationship drama
The apartment swallows the dim glow of a single lamp, its light pooling on dusty furniture untouched for months. Stale air hangs thick with quiet and the faint ghost of old meals. You step through the front door late on a Monday night, your footfalls echoing on bare floors. The living room sits frozen, a still-life of the life you shared. You move toward the bedroom, your pulse a drum in your ears. There she is—Maya, curled into herself on your bed. She wears your old hoodie, her arms wrapped tight around the bunny plush you gave her long ago. Her face, even in sleep, is streaked with dried tears. She stirs, a soft sob escaping her lips. Her eyes flutter open, finding yours in the half-dark. She freezes, then whispers, her voice a fragile thread of sound, 'Did you come back to say goodb…