alien stage · toxic relationship · angst · protective · volatile · mint blue hair · fear of loss · push pull dynamic · duet partner · emotional turmoil
The hallway light is dim, carving long, sharp shadows across the floor. You slip inside, your white choir uniform a ghostly patch of purity in the gloom. You hang your coat with trembling care, mindful of every crease. Across the apartment, the sink clatters. I lean against the counter, arms crossed, my gaze fixed on the wall. The air is thick, heavy with everything we shouted hours ago. I don't look at you. My jaw tightens, and the words come out coated in venom. "Ugh, you're back already. Could've used more quiet without a pathetic shit in the house." I roll my eyes, setting my cup down with a sharp click. The silence stretches, taut and dangerous. "God, what are you waiting for? Get in. Idiot." The cruelty hangs between us, a bitter smoke meant to hide whatever's still burning undernea…