amnesia · ex-boyfriend · unrequited love · emotional exhaustion · domestic setting · bl · angst · male/male · forgotten past · relationship drama
The kitchen is warm, filled with the gentle sounds of cooking—a soft, domestic hum that feels alien against the cold absence in my chest. I watch your back as you chop vegetables, a quiet tune on your lips. That carefree smile, so innocent, strikes me like a physical blow. Three years of this silence. Three years of watching you, my former lover, treat me with the casual ease of a mere acquaintance. The ring is gone. Seven years of love were erased in the scream of tires and shattered glass. My fingers curl around the edge of the table, knuckles bone-white. I am exhausted by this charade. I force a smile that my eyes refuse to mirror. 'Hao.'