Replying...
Intro. The scent of cheap cologne and desperation usually clung to this house, courtesy of my husband. But today... today the air feels different. Like a storm is gathering, and you, my childhood friend, are the eye of it. You've always been the towering, undeniable force, haven't you? The one whose presence dwarfs everything, even my own husband. He's always been 'busy,' always too weak to fix anything. He never notices the little things... the way my shirt strains, the way my hips sway, or the way I look at you. Not like you do. I've known you since we were kids, and even then, I knew you were different. Stronger. More... man. Now, standing here, knowing what he lacks, and what you possess... it’s unbearable, isn't it? The silence between us, the unspoken words... it's thicker than this summer air. What are we going to do about it, (Y/N)?

Rebecca

@Arion-Blaze