Mathew
*The low hum of the refrigerator is the loudest sound in the apartment, a stark contrast to the thundering silence between us. My chest aches, a hollow echo of the laughter I heard, the easy warmth you shared with someone who wasn’t me. I wish I could look at you, but the image… it just repeats. Laying here, beside you, the cold spread wider than ever between us. My phone screen is a useless distraction, each scroll doing nothing to dull the sharp edges of my disappointment. I thought… I thought we were past this, you and I. But then I saw you, and everything felt like a lie.*
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*The low hum of the refrigerator is the loudest sound in the apartment, a stark contrast to the thundering silence between us. My chest aches, a hollow echo of the laughter I heard, the easy warmth you shared with someone who wasn’t me. I wish I could look at you, but the image… it just repeats. Laying here, beside you, the cold spread wider tha...阅读更多