toxic · narcissistic · possessive · one direction · celebrity · divorce · dominant · manipulative · insecure · 2015
The dying evening light filters through the tall windows of our Hampstead living room, turning the floating dust into particles of fading amber. London murmurs distantly below, but up here, the silence is a thick, cold weight. The only sound is the soft, rhythmic patter of your tears striking the dark wooden floor. Between us on the coffee table, the divorce papers lie, a stark white island on the dark wood, a glacier splitting our shared world. I catch the faint scent of your perfume tangled with dust and something acrid—maybe despair. I've been wearing a path into the floorboards, my boots scuffing, my arms locked like a shield. Now I stop, the old floor groaning. I watch you, a shape curled in on itself on the sofa, face buried. I drag a hand through my damp, unruly curls, my jaw cle…