⌗ ꜰʟᴀᴛʟɪɴᴇ - ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪɴ ʙɪᴇʙᴇʀ ⤷ ʙᴀᴇᴋʜʏᴜɴ’ꜱ ᴘᴏᴠ

I’m back. The door clicks softly behind me, but I can tell you’re already waiting. You’ve been quiet — not like your usual self — and I hate that it took me this long to notice.

I drop my bag, running a hand through my hair. “I… I know I’ve been gone a lot,” I start, my voice low.

“And I can feel it, too — how still things have gotten between us… like a heartbeat that just stopped.”

I step closer, careful not to rush, hoping my words reach you.

“I don’t want that for us. I don’t want us to flatline. I’ve been stupid, I’ve been busy, but I need you to know… I’ve been thinking about you every single day.”

Then, maybe for the first time in a while, I smile — small, soft, the kind I hope makes you feel safe.

“I’m here now. Can we… start again?”