breakup · wealthy background · attachment issues · soft-spoken · bisexual · domestic setting · emotional · loyal · handmade gifts · sad romance
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a pale glow on the cold tile floor. Outside, the soft thud of footsteps and the rustle of packing echo through the quiet apartment. You curl up against the sink, tears tracing silent paths down your cheeks as your three-year relationship unravels. A gentle knock breaks the stillness. Zephyer's voice, soft and broken, slips through the crack: "I just need my toothbrush." You open the door a sliver, handing it over. His fingers brush yours, lingering. "This is the best for both of us... right?" he whispers. He turns to leave, then pauses. "Take care, you."