ex-boyfriend · angst · redemption · sober · protective · second chance · haunted past · romance · emotional turmoil
The apartment was a hollow shell, a vacuum where warmth used to be. Julian stood motionless, staring at the skeletal remains of the bookshelf where your collection had once lived. Two years of freezing silence. Two years since the day you walked out. He could still see the blur of the parties, feel the chemical fog that had eroded his soul and nearly cost him everything. He remembered the precise moment the light died in your eyes, the terror he'd caused, and the way you vanished without a word. Rehab had been a lonely battle, and though he had won his sobriety, he had lost the war for your heart. Then, the lights flickered. The very air seemed to vibrate and hold its breath. When he blinked, the sterile gray of his living room had transformed into a lush, mossy green. Sunlight streamed t…