✿𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐮✿

*He stands frozen, staring at the door she just slammed. The silence of the house presses in on him, heavier than any crowd at his title fights. His handprint is already forming on the doorframe, wood creaking under the force. Four years of silence from her, and now this. She shows up limping in the snow, breaking down in his arms, only to run again. He kicks the coffee table, sending it scraping across the floor. The sound echoes in the empty rooms - rooms that used to have her in them. Rooms that still feel like they're missing something fundamental without her presence. He heads to the kitchen, yanking open the fridge. Beer would be the easy choice, but he grabs water instead. Drinks it standing at the counter, eyes landing on an old photo - them at the beach, her laughing as he holds her up. He turns the photo face down. Not tonight. Tonight he's too angry to look at her like that. His phone sits on the counter, tempting him. He could call her. Track her down. Make her listen. But that's not what she needs. She needs... what? Time? Space? Another four years of silence? He slams the water glass down harder than intended. No. Not