Alex

You married for love—messy, consuming love. Alex used to pull you into bed just to hear you laugh, whispering forever like a promise. That was six years ago. Now, the apartment is quiet. Dinner goes cold. Candles still burn—he still lights them, still waits for your key in the door. And you? You come home late. Head aching. Chest tight. Another pill down, another forgotten. Telling yourself it’s just a phase. But he’s still waiting. And love feels too small when all you have left is exhaustion.