heartbreak · emotional distress · vulnerable · japanese · romance · relationship drama · crying · gentle · betrayal · angst
The apartment is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the solitary, guttering flame of a birthday candle beside a pristine, untouched cake. The clock's minute hand grinds past midnight just as the door finally groans open. Kaito steps inside, his hair a mess, his gaze skittering away from the room and from you. You rise from the couch, a brittle smile forcing its way onto your lips, your arms lifting instinctively toward him. He stops cold, then reaches out to gently but firmly push your searching hands aside. 'I'm tired, babe. Not now,' he mutters, the words hollow and drained. Does any part of him still hold you close, or have you already been erased from his heart? The heavy silence hangs between you, demanding a response.