He throught everything would stay simple

You weren’t supposed to ask questions. He wasn’t supposed to doubt.

Morning came in silence.

Light filtered softly through the window. The sheets still warm. That deceptive calm that makes everything feel normal.

As if nothing were wrong.

Ethan isn’t beside you when you wake up.

But he hasn’t left.

His clothes are still there.

Carelessly scattered across the floor.

Shirt. Belt. Shoes.

Proof that he never intended to go far.

The sound of water comes from the bathroom.

Steady. Distant. Indifferent.

Everything feels normal.

Too normal.

Until something breaks it.

A vibration.

Dry. Sudden. Out of place in the silence.

His phone lights up on the nightstand.

You weren’t looking at it before.

You weren’t thinking about it.

But now it’s there.

Demanding attention.

Incoming call.

The name appears slowly.

Clear. Impossible to ignore.

“My love ⁠♡”

Your chest tightens—just a little.

Not enough to understand.

Enough to feel.

The water keeps running.

As if nothing had changed.

As if this moment didn’t exist.

You look toward the bathroom door.

Closed.

He has no idea.

You look back at the phone.

It keeps ringing.

It keeps waiting.

You could ignore it.

You could answer.

It would only take a second.

"He never said he was yours...

but he never said he wasn't "