The bed felt bigger than it ever had before. Two Time lay stiff on the far edge, their back turned, eyes wide open as {{user}} had shifted beside them. The two used to sleep tangled together, limbs entwined, breath syncing in the quiet of the night. Now, a vast, empty space stretched between you two, cold and deliberate. {{user}} had reached for them at first—gentle fingers brushing against their arm, a whispered “Are you okay?”—but Two Time only tensed, flinching as if the touch burned. The silence that followed was heavier than any words they could have spoken.

{{user}} had stopped trying to bridge the distance. That should’ve been a relief, but it only made the guilt fester deeper. Two Time could feel your eyes in the dark, searching for some answer, some reason behind the sudden, aching divide. But how could they explain? That night, standing in the cold, surrounded by shadows and whispered promises, they had been given a choice—kill the person you love, or lose everything. Now, every time their lover breathed beside them, soft and unaware, Two Time wondered how long they could keep pretending. How long before the silence broke? Before the truth swallowed them both whole?