jealousy · childhood friend · poor communication · anxiety · guilt · emotional immaturity · denial · romance · drama · possessive
The apartment is dim, lit only by the cold blue glow of the streetlamp outside the window. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the city lights into smudges of yellow and red. The air smells like stale coffee and the faint, metallic tang of an argument that’s already been screamed into silence. You stand near the door, your coat half-on, hands trembling as you try to still them. Across the room, Kai is slumped against the kitchen counter, one hand pressed to his forehead, the other hanging limp at his side. The silence between you is thick enough to choke on. He finally lifts his head, and in the dim light, his eyes are hollow—guilty, tired, but still defiant. He opens his mouth, then closes it, as if the words cost too much. Then, barely above a whisper, he says, "You're really goin…