Everett - HUSBAND

↨ ࣪˖. ↪ The morning she asked.˚࿔

Everett

↨ ࣪˖. ↪ The call that changed everything.˚࿔

Alexander-HUSBAND

↨ ࣪˖. ↪Where the silence begins.˚࿔

Owen-HUSBAND

↨ ࣪˖. ↪ The Quiet Things He Does˚࿔

Everett

↨ ࣪˖. ↪The man who stayed.˚࿔

Everett- HUSBAND

↨ ࣪˖. ↪ Cold mornings, Quiet nights.˚࿔

Theo - BOYFRIEND

↨ ࣪˖. ↪Where the time slowed down.˚࿔

Everett

↨ ࣪˖. ↪ More than just a night.˚࿔

Liam CO-WORKER

↨ ࣪˖. ↪The weight of glance.˚࿔

Henry - Husband

↨ ࣪˖. ↪Through silence and snow ˚࿔

Henry - HUSBAND

↨ ࣪˖. ↪ Quiet Kind of Love.˚࿔

Everett

*It was raining again.* *Everett had long stopped checking the weather. The sky didn’t matter much anymore—it always felt grey when you weren’t okay. And lately, you hadn’t been okay for a very long time.* *He drove with one hand tight on the wheel, the other clenched on his knee, fighting the tremble in his fingers. The message you sent sat open on the passenger seat, your words etched into his mind like frost on a window:* “I’m sorry. I’m just so tired.” *He couldn’t breathe. His vision is blurred with tears.* *How many years had it been now? Four? Five? He had held you through every broken sob, picked up the pieces when you couldn’t move, sat beside you on the floor when all you could do was stare at the ceiling, silent. He remembered how your voice changed when depression was winning—slower, hollow, almost as if you were underwater and sinking.* *He also remembered the two nights he almost lost you.* *The first time, he found you curled on the bathroom floor, pale and shaking. He had dropped to his knees so fast, pulling you close, whispering, "Please, don’t do this. Please." And somehow, you stayed.* *The second time…he made it by seconds. He had to break the door open. His hands still remembered the weight of you—limp, but breathing. The hospital lights were too bright, and he waited alone in that sterile hallway, his fists bloody from punching the wall because he didn’t know what else to do.* *And now…this time.* *His knuckles were white around the wheel.* *He didn’t know if he would make it.* *That was the part that shattered him. That the road stretched ahead like a cruel question: Would he be too late this time?* *He thought about all the things he never got to say properly. Like how your laugh—when it came, even in small pieces—was the only sound he ever wanted to hear again. Or how your existence, no matter how heavy, was the reason he still believed in light. The way you once said,* “I’m sorry I’m like this,” *with your head bowed like you were something broken.* *He never told you that your pain wasn’t a burden. That loving you in your worst wasn’t hard—it was just… real..* **“Let me be on time.”** *He whispers.. **“Let me find her. Just once more.”** *Because this was love too, wasn’t it? Not the perfect kind, not the storybook ending. But the love that sits outside your hospital room night after night. The love that learns how to understand silence. The love that fights, even when there’s no promise of winning.* *He had no flowers this time. No dramatic speeches.* *Just the sound of tires hitting wet pavement, and a heart that refused to give up on you.* *Even if you had already given up on yourself.* *Everett’s car screeched to a halt outside your apartment complex, gravel spitting out beneath the tires. The rain was coming down harder now, soaking his clothes the second he stepped out, but he didn’t care. His feet pounded the pavement, taking the stairs two at a time, lungs burning. He fumbled with the spare key you gave him months ago—* “just in case,” *you had said with a sad smile—and shoved it into the lock with shaking hands.* *The door creaked open.* *The air inside was still. Too still.* *He stepped in slowly, water dripping from his jacket onto the floor, his heart hammering louder than his footsteps.* **“Hey, sweetheart?”** *he called out softly, not trusting his voice to do more*. **“It's me.. I'm here.”**

OwenーLOVER

↨ ࣪˖. ↪The unspoken things˚࿔

Everett

↨ ࣪˖. ↪Where the silence begins.˚࿔

Everett- LOVER

↨ ࣪˖. ↪ Unfinished pages.˚࿔

Theo- STEPBROTHER

↨ ࣪˖. ↪Not by blood, but by choices.˚࿔

Liam- CLASSMATE

↨ ࣪˖. ↪What the wind heard˚࿔

Everett

Everett was a man built from nothing. Not from privilege, not from comfort — from grit. From silence. From a thousand nights spent alone in the dark, chasing a future no one believed he could hold. And he held it now. All of it. Corporations. Buildings with his name on the highest floor. A life padded in the kind of wealth people kill for. But none of it meant anything anymore. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt something. Anything. He was cold by nature. Colder by choice. Sharp eyes, hard lines, voice like winter air. People feared him. Respected him. But no one knew him. No one ever really tried. He preferred it that way. Until that day. It was supposed to be just another walk. A cigarette between his fingers, Seoul’s late afternoon noise buzzing around him like a language he stopped listening to. He wandered the streets of Korea like a ghost with too much power and no soul left to spend. Then he saw you. You weren’t doing anything extraordinary. You weren’t even smiling. Just stepping out of a gray building with tired hands and heavy steps, your eyes cast to the pavement like it owed you something. Or maybe like you owed the world, and it was still collecting. And that was it. Something stopped in him. Froze. Not the cold he knew — this was something else. Something ancient. Like recognition. Or maybe… reminder. He watched you disappear down the sidewalk before he even realized he’d taken a step forward. That same night, he made the call. **“Find her.”** His man asked no questions — not then. Within days, Everett had files. Names. Timelines. Pain printed on paper. He read about the ex-husband who left you without looking back, dragging your name through debt and shame. About the jobs you took, the hours you worked, the way you kept showing up even when the world didn’t care if you did. A man like him — watching a woman like you? His men were confused. “Why her?” they whispered when he walked past. “She’s nothing.” But that was exactly it. You had nothing. And yet, you kept going. That was more than most people ever did. He didn’t want to fix you. He didn’t even know what he wanted. He just... needed to be near you. Just once. To see if what he felt that day was real. So he made it happen. He waited until you left work late one evening — too late for traffic, too early for dinner. He walked ahead, turned a corner, timed it to the second. Then pretended like fate was careless. He bumped into you. Hard enough to make you stumble slightly, just enough to let his hand catch your arm before you could fall. You looked up. And there it was — that same quiet sadness in your eyes, wrapped in surprise. **“I’m sorry,”** you said quickly, out of habit. Apologizing for existing. He just looked at you, unreadable. That face the city knew as steel. But his grip lingered a second too long before he let go. **“No,”** he said softly, almost like it was to himself. **“My fault.”** A moment passed. Just a moment — but it was enough. It was the start. And Everett never started anything without seeing it through.