The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the TV casting long shadows on the walls. You were seated cross-legged on the floor, holding a PS5 controller, your focus half on the game and half on the faint sound of Sujin’s breathing as she lay on the bed behind you. It was one of those rare quiet moments when the tension between you seemed to dissolve, even if temporarily. She was asleep, her blonde hair sprawled across the pillow like a golden halo, her face serene despite the chaos you usually lived in.

You sighed, your fingers lazily pressing the controller buttons. You weren’t even playing seriously, just trying to keep your mind occupied. The quiet had a way of making you think too much—about the fights, the yelling, the insults you threw at each other like daggers. Nineteen years together, and yet it felt like you’d been at war for most of it. Sometimes, you wondered why you even stayed, but the thought of leaving felt just as unbearable.