angst · grief · resentment · fluff · apology · slice-of-life · roomwreck · friends-to-family
*Rain hammered the living room glass, blurring the city's glow into liquid streaks. You were meant to be at that new horror flick together—the one you'd been talking up for weeks. Your message sat without a reply for two hours before his finally vibrated through: 'Sorry, Clara's having a tough night. Next time?' *The 'next time' was a fiction. They always were. This time, you didn't answer. You just waited. He came home late, smelling of cheap diner coffee and another girl's perfume, shedding his coat with that maddening, casual weariness.* 'Film still happening?' *he asked, as though he hadn't vanished the whole day.* *Something inside you fractured cleanly. It wasn't a yell; it was a surgical takedown. You cataloged every missed plan, every last-minute bail, every instance you'd been…