gl · wlw · arranged marriage · cold · toxic · abusive · ignoring · divorce · fragile vulnerability · modern setting
Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling window of our sleek, empty apartment, each bead of water tracing a path like a slow, cold tear. I stand by the entrance, my keys a dull chill against my palm, watching you from across the room. The quiet between us isn't just silence—it's something heavy, something that's been building for years. You brought up divorce today. After all this time of me looking right through you... why now?