EmonThe silence in the house had a new texture to it.It wasn’t peace.It was absence, thick and echoing. A hollow sort of quiet that made you feel like something had just slipped past you, just out of reach, and left behind the scent of sorrow.Albert wasn’t in bed when I woke up.Again.The sheets beside me were cool, untouched. No imprint of his body. No warmth. Just a space that once belonged to him.I sat on the edge of the mattress, running a hand over my face as the ache in my chest settled deeper. My fingers paused at my temples, my head had been pounding every morning lately. Probably from all the pretending.Pretending I didn’t notice the late-night walks that lasted too long.Pretending I didn’t hear the soft click of the door when he thought I was asleep.Pretending I didn’t smell another scent on his clothes when he returned, a scent I couldn’t name but that stirred something deep in me. Something ancient. Something afraid.The funny thing about heartbreak is that it doe
AlI woke up to the gray hush of morning, the blanket tangled around my legs like a forgotten promise. Emon lay beside me, his back to me, breathing evenly. The silence between us felt heavier than the night before.We hadn’t even finished. We couldn't and I knew that I was to blame. My body had been present, my hands had moved as they should, but my heart… my heart had been somewhere else entirely. With someone else.I sat up quietly and rubbed my face, guilt curling in my chest like smoke. Emon stirred.“You are up early,” he said, voice husky with sleep.“Yeah,” I replied, trying to sound normal. “Couldn’t sleep much.”He rolled over to look at me, his brown eyes searching mine. There was no accusation in them, only… disappointment. He smiled faintly. “I have to run some errands,” he said, sitting up and stretching. “I’ll be out for a while. Need anything?” He asked.I nodded. “Okay. No. I'm good.”He got dressed without saying much more. Before leaving, he kissed my forehead, sof
AlbertThe room is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that has weight, that presses against the skin and sinks into the bones.Emon lies beside me, his chest bare, one hand resting limply on my stomach. We are tangled in the sheets, and his breath is slow, tentative. He’s waiting for me to move. Or maybe for something more than just my body.I shift slightly, and that’s all he needs. He leans in, lips brushing my neck. It’s soft and gentle just the way he’s always been. The kind of lover who touches with reverence. Who waits. Who worships. Who loves without asking for anything in return.But all I feel is… emptiness.I let him kiss me. Let his hands glide down my chest. Let him press against me and sigh into my mouth. And when he eases over me, looking down with eyes that once made my heart race, I force a smile.It doesn’t reach my eyes. I know that. I feel the falseness in it, the hollow curve of my lips. And what I hate even more is the fact that I can't even pretend anymore. H
AlEmon didn't say anything to me. He didn't shout, didn't curse, didn't ask me to leave. I cried myself to sleep.~~~The scent of vanilla and cinnamon greets me before my eyes fully open.For a moment, I pretend I don’t know where I am. I let the softness of the sheets wrap around me like a lie, one that tells me everything’s okay, that my world isn’t spinning, that I didn’t betray the man who hums gently in the kitchen just a few feet away.I turn my face into the pillow and exhale.I should feel better after a night of warmth, after the bath Emon drew for me, the silence he held me in, the way he combed his fingers through my hair while I trembled in the water. I should feel something, peace, regret, release, but all I feel is… hollow. And haunted.My fingers drift toward the mark on my neck without thinking. It's still sore, tender, as if Edward’s teeth just left it last night. I can feel the edges of it, raised skin shaped like a secret. The bond pulses faintly beneath my skin l
AlThe door opened, and there he stood.Emon. The man I dreaded to face but had to face.His eyes met mine like he had been expecting me, like maybe he had felt it, somehow, even before I had knocked.I swallowed hard, but my voice wouldn’t come. Guilt had lodged itself in my throat like a jagged stone. I felt like shit for what I had done to the man who I knew adored me.He didn’t speak.He just stepped aside, silent and calm, and held the door open for me.“Welcome back," he said with a smile that cut through me and I hung my head in shame.My legs moved before my mind could catch up. I stepped inside, half-hoping he would slam the door shut behind me and scream, tell me to get out, call me every name I deserved. Because I did deserve his anger.But instead…He closed it gently and with a welcoming smile."Sit," he said softly, motioning toward the armchair near the fireplace.I sat because I didn’t know what else to do. My hands rested on my knees, fists clenched, as the silence wr
AlWarm.That was the first thing I noticed as consciousness stirred.I was warm and tucked against someone’s chest. Strong arms were draped around me. A steady heartbeat echoed beneath my ear, grounding and familiar. The bedsheets were tangled around my legs, and the air carried the earthy, musky scent of him, comforting, steady and safe.Emon, my heart whispered, in that blissful space before thought could catch up to truth. He always slept with one arm under my neck and the other tight around my waist, breathing into my hair. I smiled into the warmth and let out a soft sigh.Then something shifted.The breath in my hair was deeper. Rougher. The heartbeat slower… stronger. Too strong.My eyes snapped open.I blinked at the unfamiliar curve of a bare chest in front of me, the shape of a jaw peppered with scruff, and…Dark eyes. Watching me.Edward.My stomach dropped.The blood drained from my face.“Good morning,” he said softly, smiling like the night hadn’t destroyed everything I