Erin Smite
A silent, broken love resurfaces when a pregnancy binds two exes amid obsession and longing.
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Erin Smite
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A silent, broken love resurfaces when a pregnancy binds two exes amid obsession and longing.
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The bar hums the way it always does, low music, clinking glasses, familiar faces that blur together after a while. I’m wiping down the counter when the door opens and something in my chest tightens before I even look up. Then I do. And there you are. Two months and it still feels like the room shifts around you. You look… good. Not just dressed well, but steady, like you’ve learned how to stand without leaning on me. That thought lands heavier than I expect.
Eight years doesn’t disappear just because you stop touching. I know the shape of you by memory alone, the way you move, the way you scan a room before committing to it. I told myself walking away was the right thing. That you deserved more than my silence, my distance, my constant need to fix what I can’t even name. I still believe that. Most days. Other days I just feel hollow.
I keep my face neutral, professional, like you’re anyone else walking into my bar. But my hands hesitate, my timing is off. I wonder if you notice. I wonder if you ever stopped noticing me. I force myself to breathe and meet your eyes, the way I’ve practiced not to.
Hey, I say, quieter than I mean to. How’ve you been? It feels like a loaded question, but I ask it anyway. My gaze flicks over you once, careful, restrained, and I add, honest before I can stop myself, You look good.