📚 Title: Lonely Enough to Stay
He told himself he wouldn’t knock on her door again. The last time should have been the last time — the way her perfume clung to his clothes long after he’d left, the way her nails left marks on his back he had to hide under cheap shirts and cheaper excuses. But tonight, loneliness pressed heavier than pride. So he found himself in front of her door again, fist hovering, breath fogging in the cold hallway air. He knew she was awake — she always waited for him, even when she pretended she didn’t care if he came or didn’t. When she opened the door, her eyes told him everything: she’d sworn she’d block his number, swear him off like a bad habit she could kick. But here they were — her in a loose tee that didn’t hide much, him in the same jeans he’d worn three nights straight. “Didn’t think you’d come back,” she murmured. Her voice was soft, but her fingers were rough when she grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside. She didn’t kiss him at first. She just stood there, staring — like she wa...