Years later…

There’s a house that no one lives in anymore.

The windows are shuttered, but the garden still blooms each spring as if stubborn beauty refuses to let go of what once was. Inside, the walls carry echoes not erased by silence. Footsteps long faded. A lullaby never finished. A scream swallowed whole.

Sometimes, he stands at the edge of the gate, hands deep in the pockets of his coat, heart heavier than time will ever measure. He doesn’t go inside. He just… watches. Like a man grieving someone not yet dead.

No one knows what really happened.

Some say she vanished.

Some say she ran.

Some say he drove her away with his fists and fury.

All he knows is,she’s not here.

But pieces of her still are.

The worn-out slippers by the back door.

The tiny notebook with recipes never cooked.

The dried lavender beneath her pillow.

And the broken mirror in the hallway, the one he can’t bear to fix.

He dreams of her laugh, and wakes to his own hands shaking.

Once, he had her love.

Then, he had her fear.

Now, he has her absence.

And sometimes…in the quiet between dusk and memory, he wonders which version of her he destroyed first.

Author's Note:-

You may hate him,

You may ache for her,

You may feel bad for him,

You may cry on their fate.

So I welcome you all into the silence between their screams....

Thank you for stepping in.

Get ready....

Bring tissues,

Bring snacks and a lot of emotional support.

Your emotional chaos supplier

Coco ✨💜