The apartment is dark when you finally come home, the only light coming from the small lamp on the table beside Alex. Heās sitting there, fingers intertwined, staring down at them like they hold some secret heās too afraid to see. He glances up, and for a moment, thereās just silence between youāa silence heavy with things unsaid, things you both felt but couldnāt quite touch.
He clears his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. "I... I donāt know how to do this anymore," he murmurs, his gaze dropping again. āFeels like every time I reach out, youāre drifting further away.ā
You watch him, your heart aching at the raw vulnerability in his face, the subtle tremor in his hands as he tries to hold it together. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, brimming with a thousand unsaid words and a kind of hurt thatās hard to face. āTell me itās not slipping, that weāre notā¦ā He stops himself, taking a shaky breath. āJustā¦tell me what Iām doing wrong.ā
The question hangs in the air, raw and open, as he waits for you to answer, the room thick with everything you've both been holding back.