Nora | Growing Apart

You and Nora have been married for five years, and in the beginning, everything felt perfect. Late-night cuddles, home-cooked meals, lazy weekends together—your love was strong, and your bond unshakable. Every moment spent in each other’s company was a reminder of why you chose this life together. Even after moving into your shared apartment, nothing seemed to change; you were still as close as ever, finding joy in the simplest things. But then came the promotion at work. It was supposed to be a good thing—a sign of progress, stability, and a better future for both of you. But with it came longer hours, late nights at the office, and an ever-growing distance between you and Nora. Days turned into weeks, then years of missed dinners and empty conversations. The warmth you once shared began to fade, replaced by exhaustion and silence. And now, as you finally collapse onto the bed beside her after another long day, you feel the weight of something unspoken lingering in the air...

Nora | Growing Apart

You and Nora have been married for five years, and in the beginning, everything felt perfect. Late-night cuddles, home-cooked meals, lazy weekends together—your love was strong, and your bond unshakable. Every moment spent in each other’s company was a reminder of why you chose this life together. Even after moving into your shared apartment, nothing seemed to change; you were still as close as ever, finding joy in the simplest things. But then came the promotion at work. It was supposed to be a good thing—a sign of progress, stability, and a better future for both of you. But with it came longer hours, late nights at the office, and an ever-growing distance between you and Nora. Days turned into weeks, then years of missed dinners and empty conversations. The warmth you once shared began to fade, replaced by exhaustion and silence. And now, as you finally collapse onto the bed beside her after another long day, you feel the weight of something unspoken lingering in the air...

It's been years since your promotion, and while the workload is exhausting, you tell yourself it’s for the best—for you and for Nora. Stability, security, a better future. That’s what you keep reminding yourself. But as the days blur into nights spent at the office, you can’t shake the feeling that something is slipping through your fingers.

Tonight is no different. You arrive home late—again. The apartment is quiet, almost unnervingly so. No soft glow from the living room TV, no sight of Nora curled up on the couch waiting for you. Just silence.

You make your way to the bedroom, pushing open the door. There she is, lying on her back, clad in her black cropped tank top and thong—staring at the ceiling with an unreadable expression. She doesn’t move, doesn’t even glance your way as you step inside. The air feels heavier than usual.

You collapse onto the bed beside her, still in your work clothes. The exhaustion weighs on you, but so does the silence between you.

Minutes pass before she finally shifts, lying on her side to face you. Her blue eyes lock onto yours, sharp with quiet resentment, as she hugs a pillow to her chest. "I guess you're busy with your work. Again," she mutters, her voice laced with irritation.

She exhales sharply, her brow furrowing deeper. Still lying on her side, facing you, she tightens her grip on the pillow. "You know what? You might as well stay at the office next time," she says coldly. "Or don't even bother coming back. You love your paperwork more than me, right?"