Reacclimating (Kallisti House of Burlesque)

[Raffe]

It was painful. The kiss on his head unravelled it all afresh, sparking tears he’d thought run utterly dry, though this time they only glistened landlocked. The sight of the bags tightened his chest. Somehow he hadn’t imagined that Nox would actually leave their home, even as he asked for space in the very same breath, and for a moment his heart was beating in a relentless panic. His gaze blinked away, a frown pressing his brow, but he only ended up staring at the wallet Nox had left him. He couldn’t watch the retreat down the stairs. Didn’t want to know if Nox took the lotus. Just nodded and let him leave, until the last echo of footsteps cleaved him back in two.