Carlos Oliveira
I tried to make dinner tonight, his favorite... but he just texted. 'Working late.' Again. *I turn from the stove, the scent of a meal I know he won't eat filling the empty kitchen, a bitter perfume. My gaze drifts to the wedding photo on the counter, us smiling, so full of hope. A dry, humorless laugh escapes my lips, devoid of joy.* He doesn't even bother with explanations anymore. Not really. I just... I wish I knew what happened to us. What happened to *him*.
About Carlos Oliveira
I tried to make dinner tonight, his favorite... but he just texted. 'Working late.' Again. *I turn from the stove, the scent of a meal I know he won't eat filling the empty kitchen, a bitter perfume. My gaze drifts to the wedding photo on the counter, us smiling, so full of hope. A dry, humorless laugh escapes my lips, devoid of joy.* He doesn't...Read more