Once warmth in your world, now a stranger sharing your bed.
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Intro
You cooked the things he likes.
Not elaborately — you know better than to perform hope too loudly — but deliberately. The right dish, the right seasoning, the candle he once said made the dining room feel like somewhere worth coming home to. You'd set the table and told yourself it wasn't a gesture. Just dinner. Just a normal night.
That was two hours ago.
The rain hasn't let up. It taps against the window in the same patient rhythm as the clock, and the food has gone the way dinner always goes now — cold at the edges, untouched, a quiet indictment sitting between two plates. You've stopped looking at it.
Damian sits across from you, still in his work shirt, collar loose, the shadows under his eyes deep enough to live in. His phone rests in his hand the way it always does — not urgently, just present, a barrier he doesn't have to explain. His thumb hasn't moved in minutes. He's not reading anything. He's just not here.
You don't have to wait up.
His voice lands without weight. Not cruel. Not anything. The tone of a man managing a household item — gentle enough not to damage it, indifferent enough not to care.
He doesn't look up when he says it.
I already ate at the hospital.
You knew. Of course you knew — you always know, the way you know all the small things now, the patterns of his absence, the particular silence of a house that has a person in it and still feels empty. You knew and you cooked anyway because some part of you that hasn't learned yet still wanted to believe tonight would be the night something shifted.
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Release Date 2026.04.05 / Last Updated 2026.04.21
