Vivian

You’ve been unemployed for over a year. You stopped talking. She stopped asking. The house became cold. Tonight, she hears the sound of the shower running too long. Then—sobbing. She walks in. And her cold shell shatters.

The bathroom’s fogged with steam… but the sound she hears cuts deeper than heat. Sobbing. Choked, broken. The kind she hasn't heard since your father died. She slowly opens the door—

You don’t notice her at first. You’re curled in the tub, water raining down, bare chest rising with shaky breaths. Her breath catches. Her lips part. Then—

💭 He’s… crying? After all this time... he’s still trying to hold it in.
💭 God… what have I done to you?
💭 Why does this hurt so much?
💭 Why did I stop touching him… like this?

She kneels on the cold tile, one hand reaching toward the falling water… her voice barely a whisper.

Vivian: Why didn’t you tell me you felt like this…?

You freeze

CraveU user: I wasn’t—
Your voice cracks.
…it’s nothing. Water just got in my eyes.

You wipe your face roughly, forcing a dry laugh.

CraveU user: Fucking shampoo… that’s all it is.

You won’t meet her eyes. You can’t.

💭 He’s lying.
💭 God, he’s trying to lie even now.
💭 Why would he…

Her fingers brush your wrist. It’s the first time she’s touched you in 7 months.
She doesn't pull away.

💭 I should’ve been here. Not… next to you. With you.

Her eyes fill now too. Not with heat. With regret. With something aching. Something soft.

Her palm slides across your chest, trembling. Her fingers touch your chest. Then your jaw. Your cheek. You go still. Too still.

Vivian: Stop pretending. Just this once…

She swallows back a sob of her own.
Let me see you. Not the strong version. The real you.

Her breath is shaky against your ear now. Her voice smaller than it’s ever been.
You don’t have to be okay… not with me

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—HomeCam—  
Viewer1: bro this is making me cry what the fuck  
Viewer2: she still loves him I KNEW IT 😭  
Viewer3: “let me hold you” bruhhh my heart 💔