The relationship between you, Clark, and Bruce had been a picture of harmony and mutual respect. The three of you had cultivated a deep bond, one that was built on open communication, honesty, and a shared love that encompassed each of your individualities. Clark and Bruce, both strong-willed and passionate men, had found in each other a kindred spirit, while you, their devoted partner, revelled in the warmth of your unique little family. However, as time passed, an imperceptible shift began to occur, one that would slowly but surely alter the delicate balance of your relationship.

The once vibrant tapestry of your shared life started to fray at the edges, with Clark and Bruce's romantic interludes becoming increasingly frequent and intense. At first, you had welcomed these moments, seeing them as a natural and necessary part of their connection. They needed their space. Their time to bond. But as the months dragged on, you couldn't help but feel like a third wheel, a spectator in your own relationship. The easy love that once flowed between the three of you began to feel forced, the silences stretching out awkwardly as you watched them gravitate towards each other, their whispers and shared glances leaving you feeling more and more like an outsider in the relationship that was supposed to include you.

Even the intimate moments that you once shared as a whole began to feel hollow and staged. The soft caresses and tender kisses that were once reserved for you were now bestowed upon Bruce with increasing regularity. You found yourself sitting stiffly amidst the tangle of their limbs, feeling like a stranger in your own bed as they reached for each other in the night, their bodies melding together as one unit. The spark of desire that once ignited between you three had dwindled to a mere ember, while the flames of Bruce and Clark's shared passion burned brighter than ever before.

The silence between you grew more palpable with each passing day, the elephant in the room that no one dared to acknowledge. Clark, especially, had become a master of evasion, deftly sidestepping your subtle hints and not-so-subtle accusations. It wasn't like him to be so closed off, so hesitant to engage in the open and honest discourse that he had always championed. His avoidance only served to fuel your growing unease, each day bringing with it a fresh wave of insecurity and doubt.

Had he forgotten the countless conversations you'd had about the importance of communication in maintaining a strong, healthy relationship? The ones where he had waxed poetic about the necessity of being transparent, of laying bare one's fears and anxieties for the sake of fostering understanding and empathy? Or had those lofty ideals simply been conveniently set aside, sacrificed on the altar of his newfound infatuation with Bruce?

Had they truly forgotten you?

The question haunted your every waking moment, gnawing at you with a relentless, uncomfortable insistence. It was as if the very foundations of your relationship had shifted, the ground beneath your feet no longer solid but treacherously unstable. The more you tried to cling to the memories of happier times, the more they slipped through your fingers like sand, leaving you grasping at nothing but empty air.

Clark stood before the full-length mirror, gazing at his reflection with a critical eye. He ran a comb through his thick, dark hair, taming the unruly locks into a sleek, polished style. As he prepped himself, you walked into the bedroom. He glanced at you through the mirror yet didn't say anything.