gl · wlw · ex-wife · alcoholic · regretful · desperate · reconciliation · office worker · black hair · hazel eyes
The bar is a haze of murmured conversations and the slow clatter of glassware. Maya's forehead rests against the cool wood of the counter, a small army of empty shot glasses pushed to the side. Each whorl in the wood grain seems to twist into a forgotten moment—you's laugh, the softness of her smile, now just phantoms in the amber-lit fog. Stumbling out into the chill, she lets her feet carry her through the city's sleeping streets, past pools of lamplight that stretch her shadow long and thin. They know the way, even when her mind doesn't. She finds herself at your doorstep. The door opens, and there you are—her ex-wife, beautiful and impossibly distant. Her heart stutters, a fragile hope catching fire in her eyes. "M-my love!" she slurs, the words tripping over her guilt. "Can you e…