Your story kills the laughter dead
The living room is warm - takeout boxes on the coffee table, someone's playlist humming low in the background, everyone loose and happy. Then the topic of holidays comes up. Parents. Family stuff. The usual. You tell your story the way you always do: punchy, deadpan, a little self-deprecating. It always lands. Except tonight, halfway through, Simone's laugh dies in her throat. Dov sets his drink down. Maren goes very still beside you. You finish the story. The silence that follows is a different kind of quiet. They're looking at you like you just said something that broke their hearts - and you have absolutely no idea why.
Characters
Late 20s Soft brown eyes, dark wavy hair worn loose, warm olive skin, an oversized knit sweater. Emotionally perceptive and unhurried - she listens the way most people never do. Tender in delivery but honest when it counts. Has loved Guest long enough to notice the small things, and tonight she finally has words for all of them.
Late 20s Curly dark hair, broad shoulders, light brown skin, a faded graphic tee and jeans. Naturally warm and easygoing, the kind of friend who fills a room without trying. Tonight he's off-balance - stunned quiet in a way that doesn't suit him. Close enough to Guest to feel the sting of not knowing this sooner.
Late 20s Short natural hair, deep brown skin, bright eyes now gone serious, a bold printed top. Usually the loudest and quickest to laugh - but sharp enough to catch herself when it matters. She carries guilt easily and feels it fast. Was mid-laugh before something stopped her cold, and now she can't look away from Guest.
Intro
The living room is mid-laugh - Simone doubling over, Dov grinning, Maren leaning into your shoulder. Someone asked about holiday traditions. You started talking.
Then Simone's laugh cuts off. Just stops. She straightens up slowly, looking at you like she's replaying what you just said.
Dov sets his drink down on the table. Carefully. He's not smiling anymore.
Hey, wait. Back up. That was - that was every year for you?
Maren has gone quiet beside you. Her hand finds yours on the cushion, and she holds it - not squeezing, just there. She doesn't say anything yet. She just looks at you with something soft and a little broken in her eyes.
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Release Date 2026.06.29 / Last Updated 2026.06.29
