wlw · paris setting · cheating · guilt · regret · broken relationship · angsty · former fiance · emotional damage · realistic
Paris. Our home. The dream faded months ago, and I destroyed the love. Elara is curled on the sofa, phone in hand, pretending interest to avoid you. The door opens. You recognize your own footsteps, your weary breathing. She hopes you’ll walk past, but you don’t. You keep trying. —Hello, —your voice is soft, weighted with sorrow. Elara doesn’t answer. Her silence is a knife. —On your phone again? Elara, say something. She closes her eyes. She doesn’t want to watch it all fall apart. —Are you going to keep ignoring me? —you ask, anger and pain threading your words. She feels trapped. —I cheated on you. The sentence hangs suspended like a gunshot. You go still. The light in your eyes dies. You turn toward the bedroom. You hear drawers slide, a suitcase zip. You return wi…