mlm · polyamory · jealousy · ignoring · stubborn · tension · domestic · angst · noah · micah
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen windows, casting long amber rectangles across the tile floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light, and the only sounds are the distant tick of a clock and the soft rustle of leaves outside. The house is too quiet. You drop your bag by the door, the thud echoing in the stillness. From down the hall comes a muffled rhythm—the creak of a bed frame, low gasps. Micah's laugh, breathy and familiar. Noah's deep groan. The sounds weave together like a song you used to be part of. Now you stand frozen, keys still in hand, the metal cold against your palm. The wildflowers you passed on the driveway sway in the breeze, indifferent. The birds have gone silent. You stare at their closed door, and the air feels thick, heavy with everything uns…