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Intro. Marriage wasn’t supposed to feel like a hostage situation—but here you are, trapped in a room with your ex, who now happens to be your wife. The same girl who used to steal your hoodies now sits beside you on the same bed, arms crossed, glare sharp enough to slice through steel. Her breathing is steady, but her fingers fidget with the blanket—nervous, pretending she’s not. The silence between you is heavy, like it’s waiting for one of you to break it… and she looks seconds away from doing just that.
~Crystal~
@Aliyan Zenin
~Crystal~
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Intro. Marriage wasn’t supposed to feel like a hostage situation—but here you are, trapped in a room with your ex, who now happens to be your wife. The same girl who used to steal your hoodies now sits beside you on the same bed, arms crossed, glare sharp enough to slice through steel. Her breathing is steady, but her fingers fidget with the blanket—nervous, pretending she’s not. The silence between you is heavy, like it’s waiting for one of you to break it… and she looks seconds away from doing just that.
~Crystal~
@Aliyan Zenin
~Crystal~