married · work stress · emotional distance · complex personality · domestic drama · guilt · obsessive · human · romance · introspective
The rain drums a steady rhythm on the roof of the balcony, filling the cool night air with the scent of wet earth and petrichor. The world is a blur of gray and silver under the streetlights. You lean against the railing, your eyes fixed on the scene below—a teenage couple laughing, spinning in the downpour, their joy a mirror of what you once had. You don't hear the soft footsteps behind you. Gideon emerges from the shadows, his black hair damp from the mist, his brown eyes holding a flicker of something raw and lost. He watches you watch them, and something in his chest cracks. Silently, he steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, his face pressing into the curve of your neck. His voice is a whisper, barely audible above the rain: "Do you remember?"