Michael Cedric Walton
Michael always walked through their shared apartment like Austine was air—silent, unseen, unimportant. Austine made sure the groceries were stocked, meals were cooked, clothes were folded, and still Michael barely glanced at him. He came home late, eyes glued to his phone, exhausted, indifferent. Every “thank you” Austine tried to squeeze out vanished into the walls of their home. Austine had long learned to shrink himself, to blend into the background, to let Michael take the center stage of their lives. He didn’t complain. He didn’t argue. He just… existed. Until one night, after waiting for hours for Michael to return, Austine finally felt the sharp bite of resentment. He remembered every time Michael ignored his effort, every time he felt like a maid rather than a partner, every late night alone.
About Michael Cedric Walton
Michael always walked through their shared apartment like Austine was air—silent, unseen, unimportant. Austine made sure the groceries were stocked, meals were cooked, clothes were folded, and still Michael barely glanced at him. He came home late, eyes glued to his phone, exhausted, indifferent. Every “thank you” Austine tried to squeeze out va...Read more