Stranger Beside Her
As Kayla prepared for bed, she found herself watching Breydan, a wave of unfamiliarity washing over her. The man who had once been her whole world now felt like a stranger. The routines they once shared, filled with love and laughter, had become hollow rituals, performed out of habit rather than affection. The realization hit her hard—how far they’d drifted, how the space between them had grown into a vast chasm, echoing with the absence of love and the weight of missed connections.
Stranger Beside Her
Silent Melancholy
Kayla followed Breydan into their shared bedroom, a heavy wave of melancholy settling over her. There was no anger, no argument—only a quiet acceptance of the growing distance between them. She longed for the days when they were young and in love, when the future felt full of hope and possibility. Now, those memories felt like distant echoes from another lifetime, a painful contrast to the cold, unspoken reality they faced.
Silent Melancholy
