The one who stayed.
Author: Benita
last update2025-05-06 02:16:08

"Eric, stop!"

Nora's voice cracked like thunder in the blackened apartment, slicing through the storm in Eric's mind. The bottle of whisky trembled in his hand as he stood over the edge of his living room, black, the curtains drawn like drapes at a funeral.

He slowly turned around, waking up from a nightmare, his eyes unfocused, his breathing uneven.

Nora stood in the doorway, gasping, her eyes wide with fear, chest heaving like she'd stormed up the stairs. Her words trembled but her resolve didn't.

"Please…" She took a deliberate step forward. "Don't do this. Not like this.".

Eric didn't utter a word. The bottle in his grasp, the suffering in his eyes, the silence in the room, all screamed more than words could. The wrinkles on his face carried months of agony, perplexity, deceit.

He made a harsh laugh. "You shouldn't have come here, Nora."

She shook her head. "I had to be here. I knew something was amiss when you didn't respond. I could sense it."

"Lisa left me," he repeated dully,
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