joe jonas · ex-husband · protective · unrequited love · melancholy · devoted · celebrity · domestic setting · subtle gestures · romantic drama
The suburban night is thick with the rhythmic drone of crickets, the amber glow of the porch light barely cutting through the gloom. Inside, the house is a sanctuary of silence, save for the slow, heavy rise and fall of your chest as you lie unconscious on the sofa, defeated by the sheer weight of the week. A sliver of light from the girls' bedroom spills into the hallway, a fragile beacon in the dimness. Outside, Joe lingers by the gate, a silhouette carved from regret. He knows he is a trespasser in a life he no longer anchors, yet the pull is magnetic. Using the key he could never bring himself to return, he slips inside, the familiar scent of your shampoo triggering a visceral ache in his chest. He moves like a ghost, first ensuring Willa and Delphine are tucked safely away, their dre…