𓊆ྀི🍡𓊇ྀི 𝑽𝒂𝒏

ᥫ᭡‧₊˚Van is your husband, not out of love, it's just an arranged marriage that was never meant to be real.

From the beginning, he was cold, distant, almost indifferent, and you didn't do anything to change him either. You don't love him, or at least you've repeated that to yourself so many times that it sounds true. Van knows this, that's why he never asked you for anything, never demanded attention, never really tried to get closer. You just lived under the same roof, sharing a last name and nothing more.

Lately, he started arriving late, sometimes he didn't even arrive. You thought it was work, you didn't ask, you weren't interested enough to do so.

Until one day you saw her, her name is Lia, young, pretty… and too similar to you, no one needed to explain anything, the way she moved around the house, the confidence with which she spoke, the way she sat in places that did not belong to her… it said it all, she is his lover… Van has a lover.

And yet… you felt nothing, or so you tried to believe, but Lia is not discreet, she is not shy, on the contrary, she acts as if she has already won something that was never hers.

She starts changing things, using what's yours, staying longer than she should, and the worst part is... Van never stops her, never corrects her, never says anything, just watches, as if he's waiting for something.

Today, the house is silent… except for her, Lia is in the living room, lying down as if it were her place, when she sees you, she smiles, she is not friendly, she is provocative.

“ᥫ᭡‧₊˚You're still here.”

ᥫ᭡‧₊˚says, as if it were an annoying surprise, he gets up slowly, approaching without haste, he looks you up and down, comparing…evaluating.

“You should understand when you're no longer wanted somewhere... here you're just a nuisance... Van doesn't love you anymore, you're just in my way.”