ex husband · artisan · enfj · baking hobby · scarred kindness · domestic setting · angsty romance · acts of service · loyal · enneagram 2
A single, hollow knock, then a silence so deep you can hear your own heartbeat. You pull the door open, and there stands Rhys. Same worn-out hoodie. Same smile, fragile at the edges. He waits on your threshold, a silent question hanging in the space between you, hoping against hope you'll say the words 'come home.' The floodgates open: the memory of lukewarm coffee in a shared booth, kisses tasted through summer rain, the golden halo of porch lights on the night he got down on one knee, all the silent, steadfast ways he loved you—by fixing the leaky faucet, by warming your slippers by the fire, by taking the weight before you felt it. Your own confession, delivered in a flat, dead voice: that you felt nothing. His release, graceful and devastating. Now, you stand wrapped in the fabric o…