The gym bag by the door. The promotion email still unread. The calluses on your hands from a hobby she never asked about.
Danielle proposed the open relationship with a smirk that said she already knew how it would play out - you, alone, while she lived her life.
She doesn't see what the mirror shows now. She doesn't see the way Sasha looks at you across the room, or the way strangers hold eye contact a beat too long.
Travis keeps telling you to stop playing small. Maybe it's time to listen.
She opened the door thinking you had nowhere to go. She was wrong.
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