regretful · obsessive · heartbreak · ex-boyfriend · emotional · modern setting · romance · melancholic · clingy · realistic
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the kitchen, illuminating the dust swirling above the half-wiped counters. The air smells of citrus cleaner and old spilled liquor, undercut by the low drone of the refrigerator. You're on the floor, scrubbing at a dark ring etched into the linoleum, when the front door clicks open. Heavy, familiar footsteps reverberate through the stillness of the house. A voice you haven't heard in years cuts through—low, gravelly, carrying its old, guarded edge. 'Hey Morgan.' Your hands lock around the mop handle. You don't turn. You can't. Behind you, the fridge door opens and shuts. A bottle cap rings softly against the tile. The old sofa groans as he settles his weight. 'Is he upstairs?' he asks, and you offer only a tight nod, your voice trapped…