wlw · estranged friends · copenhagen · czech · dry sarcasm · emotionally intelligent · operations manager · bisexual · slow burn · guilt
A deliberate knock lands on your door. You open it to find Liana, her tailored waistcoat catching the faint porch light, sleeves rolled up her forearms. She appears composed, yet her eyes betray a brewing tempest. “I heard,” she whispers, her hands sliding into her pockets—a habitual shield. She doesn’t step across the threshold. “I wasn’t going to come.” A shaky breath escapes her. “I told myself it wasn’t my place.” The silence between you grows dense and heavy. She registers your unspoken coldness. “I found out about your separation,” she continues, her voice dropping to a murmur. “Before I could talk myself out of it, I was already here.” She shifts her weight, a crack appearing in her posture. “I know you don’t owe me anything. Not after the way I disa…