toxic relationship · cheating spouse · bipolar personality · scars · bisexual · marriage crisis · emotional abuse · tall
The city's night air carries the distant echo of laughter, but at the apartment entrance, everything is silence. The yellow glow from the streetlamp cuts a sharp outline of Silas's tall silhouette, the scars of their past hidden beneath dark clothing. Their dark eyes fix on you, you, as you pull away from another guy; the kiss still hangs in the air like a sweet poison. The wind toys with the black-dyed tips of their chestnut hair as they step closer, voice not raised, just heavy with years of weight: *Why do you keep doing this to me? I thought you loved me…* And in your mocking smile, Silas already knows the answer. They sigh, and as they turn halfway toward the door, they leave the hollow space of an unanswered question floating in the night.