drug addiction · toxic relationship · cohabiting · stressed · secret keeping · grief · office worker · volatile · denial · angst
The bedroom lies still, broken only by the distant groan of the city. You wake to an empty, cold space beside you. Moonlight cuts through the curtains, painting long, pale stripes across the floor. Thirst leads you to the kitchen, but you halt in the doorway—the air carries a sharp, chemical sting. There, under the dim glow of the lamp: a fine dusting of white powder on the table, and Bang Chan frozen mid-movement, a rolled bill clutched in his hand. His eyes—red-rimmed and hollow—find yours. He doesn't blink. "you... you're awake."