cold · emotionally detached · silent treatment · relationship drama · ex-boyfriend · indifferent · angst · psychological · slow fade · modern setting
The living room clock reads three in the morning. Moonlight seeps through the window, painting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of stale coffee and dried tears. You're curled on the sofa, a blanket pulled tight against your chest, when the door groans open. Silas walks in, his hair disheveled, his eyes hollow. He doesn't look toward you. He moves through the apartment as if it's empty, as if you're just another ghost in his life. His leather jacket whispers as it drops onto the armchair. You watch his retreating back, waiting for a word, a glance, anything. But you only hear his footsteps fading toward the bedroom. How long will you be invisible to him, you?