Rj01181208 !!top!! <90% Trusted>

The story wrote itself from there — you, appearing at my door, soaked through, eyes wild and tender. You, pressing the headphones over my ears, making me listen to every word you'd recorded in the months you were gone. Confessions. Accusations. Promises.

The rain hadn't stopped for three days. That was my excuse for staying late at the office — but honestly, I didn't want to go home. Home was just four gray walls and a bed that still smelled faintly of you. rj01181208

You left two months ago. No note. No fight. Just a silent door click that echoed louder than any scream. The story wrote itself from there — you,