"One night," Sutra whispered, her hand finally letting go of the luggage.
Sutra stood by the door, her suitcase a heavy anchor by her side. She had spent the last hour packing, moving through the rooms like a ghost of the person she used to be. The decision to leave wasn't born out of a single fight, but a slow erosion of the "us" they had built over three years. RKPrime.22.03.09.Demi.Sutra.A.Reason.To.Stay.XX...
Demi finally looked up. "I thought we were just... weathered. I thought that’s what happens when you’ve been together this long. You stop needing to shout to be heard." "One night," Sutra whispered, her hand finally letting
Sutra paused, her hand lingering on the handle of her bag. "We’ve been running on empty for a long time, Demi. We’re like two planets in the same system but different orbits. I don’t know how to reach you anymore." The decision to leave wasn't born out of
"I’ve been scared," Demi admitted, her eyes shimmering. "Scared that if I showed you how much I still need you, I’d be giving you the power to break me. So I pulled back. But watching you stand by that door... I realize the silence is much more dangerous than being vulnerable."
In the dim light of the apartment, they began the slow, deliberate work of coming back together—reminding each other that sometimes, the best reason to stay is simply the courage to say "I'm still here."
"There's a difference between comfortable silence and being ignored," Sutra countered softly. "I'm tired of feeling alone while sitting right next to you." A Reason to Stay