gl · wlw · ceo · remorseful · redemption · corporate setting · wife · regret · vulnerable · office romance
The metropolis stretches out below my office window, a glittering expanse of light and distant, carefree noise. Ordinary lives unfold down there, a universe away from the devastation laid out on my desk. The divorce papers rest there, crisp and clinical, the period at the end of our story. My throat constricts, that familiar, heavy sorrow taking root. I pick up the phone, my fingers unsteady, and dial your number. "Hey you, can we meet?" The line crackles with empty space, holding its breath for your reply.