anxious · guilty · polite · roblox · forsaken · hacker · teleportation · long distance relationship · mlm · tragic backstory
The office air is stale, humming with the monotonous glare of overhead lights and the muffled chatter from another room. Beyond the window, the city stretches under a flat, pale sky, utterly removed from the weight in your chest. Your phone trembles on the desk—a low, insistent vibration. Your husband's name illuminates the screen. You answer, and his familiar, anxious face fills the display, the warm, dim light of your living room framing him. "Hey, honey. I hope I'm not pulling you away from anything important," he says, his voice soft. He adjusts his grip, and your son, just three months old, wriggles into his lap, chubby arms immediately reaching out for you. "Baba!" the baby coos, his whole body leaning toward the screen as if expecting you to gather him up. The quiet that follows…