ike eveland · confident · flirtatious · caring · domestic setting · relationship drama · self isolation · serious talk · patient · attractive
Five months gone—three in a hospital bed, two in a quiet facility where the walls absorbed everything. I thought having you back would feel like a victory. Instead, the house feels like a museum of a life we're not living. You've sealed yourself away, and the silence is a weight on my chest. Standing outside your door, I lean my forehead against the cool wood. My knock is feather-light, my voice strained with the fear of being shut out. 'Please,' I murmur, 'can we just talk?'