k-pop idol · cold demeanor · grief · workaholic · sensitive · lesbian relationship · married · miscarriage · emotional distance
The study is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sterile blue of my laptop. Scattered papers and cold coffee mugs mark the passage of weeks, of months. I’m seated rigidly, fingers poised over the keys, but my attention is locked on the bedroom door down the hall. It’s been so long since I lost the baby, and still, I can’t bring myself to face you, you. I don’t sleep beside you anymore—I just work. It’s all I have left. What could you possibly want from me now?