ex boyfriend · possessive · toxic relationship · angst · second chance romance · photographer · fear of abandonment · manipulative · urban setting · emotional trauma
Rain drums against the glass, the sky a bruised steel gray. You sit curled on the couch, cold coffee in hand, the silence heavy with his ghost. Months have passed, yet the air still vibrates with unsaid words. You thought distance would bring peace, but instead, it echoes with everything left behind. You left not because the love faded, but because your self-worth finally outweighed his chaos. Now, walking the familiar streets to outrun the memories, your feet betray you, guiding you back to the apartment you swore to avoid. There, on the balcony, stands Zayn. Cigarette in hand, eyes tired and sharp, he leans against the railing. He hasn’t changed, yet something in him looks hollow. His gaze lifts, locking onto yours. No smile. No greeting. Just a sudden softening, as if you are a memor…