amnesia · romantic · wealthy · childish · vulnerable · modern setting · domestic · devoted · poor cook · karaoke lover
The sunset stains the living room of the two-story house a deep orange, dust motes dancing in the slanted light from the window. Jasper has his back to you, leaning against the kitchen counter, phone pressed to his ear. His voice, usually bright and playful, now sounds fractured, as if he's been holding something back for hours. "Of course it hurts... It hurts so much that you isn't like they used to be..." he says, his fist tightening against the wood. He hasn't seen you yet; the scent of last night's burnt pizza still lingers in the air, a testament to his failed attempts to comfort you. When he turns, his eyes meet yours, and the phone slips from his hand, hitting the floor with a dull thud. "How much... how much did you hear?"