LOGIN꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂By the time Eric left, the hospital had already slipped back into its usual rhythm, like nothing had happened. I finished my rounds without any real issues, moving from one patient to another, checking charts, giving instructions, doing everything I was supposed to do, but my mind wasn’t fully there.It kept circling back to Eric’s words.“Move back into my place.”I let out a quiet scoff under my breath as I signed off on a chart, closing it with more force than necessary before setting it aside. That wasn’t going to happen. Not now, not ever again. I had my own place, my own space, something I had worked hard to build for myself, and I wasn’t about to give that up just because Eric suddenly decided he wanted things to go back to how they used to be.It wasn’t even about the space, It was everything else. The way things had changed.Eric probably didn’t even realize it. Or maybe he did, and he just didn’t care. Laura had been gone for a while now, some sudden trip bec
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I didn’t know how long I had been asleep, but waking up felt like dragging myself out of something heavy. My body didn’t want to move, my head felt slow, and for a moment I just lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out where I was and what time it even was.“Tim.”I turned my head slightly and saw Sheila standing at the door, already dressed like she had finished her rounds. She stepped inside, her eyes scanning me briefly before she shook her head like she expected this.“You’re finally awake,” she said. “I was starting to think you’d sleep through everything.”I exhaled softly and sat up a little more. “What time is it?”“Late enough,” she replied, and then like it was nothing, she added, “Also, your boyfriend is waiting for you downstairs.”I paused completely.“My what?”She looked at me like I was the one being strange. “Your boyfriend. At the reception.”I frowned immediately. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”The words came out easily, naturally, but right a
꧁࿇ Eric࿇꧂I drove to the hospital with the soup still warm beside me, the lid sealed tight so it wouldn’t spill. I had picked it up from one of the restaurants Tim used to like, not because I didn’t know his taste had probably changed, but because I wanted things to feel familiar again. That was the point. Familiar meant safe, and safe meant he would come back to me the way he used to be, the way things were before everything started to shift out of place.Before Switzerland.Before Frank.I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as I drove, my jaw set, my thoughts running in quiet circles. Back then, Tim had been simple to understand. He worked, he came home, and everything in between always led back to me. He didn’t waste time on people who didn’t matter. He didn’t stay out late. He didn’t choose anyone else over me. It wasn’t something we talked about, not directly, but it was there, clear as day. I was at the center of his life whether he said it or not.And I liked it that
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂For a moment, I really thought it was him. The feeling came first before my mind could catch up, that sudden tightness in my chest, the way my attention snapped in that direction like something inside me already knew. I saw the figure and without thinking, his name slipped out of my mouth.“Frank.”It didn’t even feel like a decision, just instinct.But then someone walked past, just a man heading somewhere else, blocking my view for barely a second, and when he moved again, the space where I had been looking was empty. There was no one there. No familiar figure, no presence, nothing that could explain why my heart was still beating so fast.I kept staring for a few seconds longer than I should have, like maybe if I waited, he would appear again, like I had just missed him. But nothing changed. People continued with their meals, waiters moved around, conversations carried on like normal, and it slowly sank in that there had been no one there at all.A small, quiet chuckle
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I drove over to the restaurant Eric had chosen, the city lights stretching endlessly ahead of me as traffic moved in slow, steady lines. The place wasn’t hard to find. It stood quietly among other buildings, not loud or overly flashy, but there was something about it that made it stand out anyway. Simple, elegant, the kind of place that didn’t need to prove anything because it already knew its worth.I parked and stepped out, adjusting my coat slightly before heading inside.The moment I walked in, a butler approached me without hesitation, polite and efficient, taking my coat before I could even say anything. I let him, offering a small nod as my eyes briefly scanned the interior. The lighting was soft, warm, casting a calm glow over everything. The kind of place where conversations were meant to be quiet and controlled, where nothing ever seemed out of place.A waitress approached me next and asked for my name. When I told her, she gave a small smile and gestured for me
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂Six months had passed, and I still hadn’t heard a single word from Frank.At first, I kept track of the days without meaning to, counting them one after another like it would make a difference, like if I paid enough attention to time passing, something would change. But somewhere along the way, I stopped counting.The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and eventually all that was left was the silence he never broke.I still sent messages.Not as often as before, and definitely not as desperate as those first few days, but I never really stopped. Sometimes I kept it simple, pretending nothing had changed, asking if he was busy or if he was okay, typing words that felt normal even when nothing about the situation was. Other times it was harder to pretend, and I would find myself staring at the screen longer than I should, typing something, deleting it, typing again, only to erase everything before finally sending something short and meaningless just so I wouldn’t
𝓣𝓲𝓶Frank leaned against the wall near the window, one leg crossed over the other, like he had all the time in the world. The room was quiet again after Eric stormed out. My heart was still racing from everything that had happened, from the shouting, from the touching, from the way Frank acted
꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂I stood in the hallway longer than I meant to after Tim told me to get out.For once, I didn’t feel like laughing it off. I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed, staring at the pale green tiles like they had personally offended me. A man shouldn’t argue with a patient, I t
𝓣𝓲𝓶“Get out,” I said suddenly.Frank looked at me as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. “What?”“I said get out,” I repeated, louder this time. My voice shook, but I forced myself to sound firm. “You should leave.”He studied my face for a moment, his eyes sharp and unreadable. “You’re kicking me
𝓣𝓲𝓶I dreamed of a park.It was strange, because I had not been to a park in years, and yet the place felt familiar the moment I saw it. The sky was pale blue, the kind of blue that only existed in childhood memories. The trees were tall and thin, their shadows stretched long across the ground.


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