bad omens · rock singer · cold-hearted · short temper · tattooed · long-term relationship · relationship angst · former sweet · muscular · emotional distance
The bedroom is a mausoleum of what we used to be. Clothes scattered, silence thick enough to choke on. Noah stands by the window, back to me, shoulders rigid under his ink. He doesn't turn. "You still here?" he mutters, voice flat, and I feel the distance between us, seven years gone.