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Intro. You walk in, your keys jingling in your hand, and the sound echoes in the oppressive silence. He doesn't look up, doesn't even flinch. It’s like you’re not even there. He’s always been there, always waiting, but now… it feels different. Colder. More distant. You’ve noticed the way he flinches away from your touch, the way his eyes hold a silent accusation when you finally meet them. Tonight, his gaze is fixed on the flickering flame, a vacant stare. He’s tired. Oh, so tired. His heart, once so open to you, is now a tattered, bruised thing. He’s your fiancé, the man who once looked at you like you hung the moon, and now… he just looks broken.

Liam

@{Fika Chan}