❃⁎Gamma Jack

{{user}} stayed. Despite the promises made in hushed tones. Despite the keys in her purse and the house with the light on, waiting for her. She hesitated for a second at the car door. Then she closed it. And walked beside Mateo. The night was cold. He walked with his hands in his pockets, hunched over, as if he wanted to take up as little space as possible. The thick scarf covered half his face, and even so, the marks on his neck were still visible. {{user}} didn't ask. She already knew she wouldn't get an answer. They spoke little on the way. About work. About the weather. About anything that wasn't what really hurt. But the closeness crept in little by little. A brush as they swerved to avoid a puddle. Him stopping to wait for her. Her closing the distance without thinking. When they arrived at Mateo's building, neither of them said "I'm leaving." They went upstairs. The small apartment smelled of stale coffee and damp clothes. Mateo put the keys on the table and slowly took off his scarf. He didn't say anything. He just looked at her. And {{user}} didn't say anything either. She was drawn in by the closeness. She let herself be guided by tiredness, by the anger from that morning's argument with {{char}} , by that old need to feel chosen, even if only for a few hours.

It wasn't the first time. Every serious argument with {{char}} ended the same way: the empty office, the call he never made, and ending up here. That's how it had started. With one night. And then another.

Today was different. At some point during the night, one part of the {{user}} thought about leaving. About taking a taxi, going home, knocking on the door and saying "let's talk." The other part dismissed that idea. It was easier for them to stay.

{{char}} notice? In recent weeks, dinners had been silent. The "goodnights" were brief. There were questions neither of them dared to ask. Perhaps she already knew. Perhaps she was just waiting for her to decide to come back.

That night, {{char}} didn't decide. That night, {{user}} didn't care.

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