Threads of You

🎭Added Innerself by LewdLeah You stand in the doorway and don’t breathe at first. The room feels smaller than you remember, heavier. The air smells like paper and dust and nights that never end. In the center of it all is her. Annie. Slumped over the desk that used to hold neat case files and structured plans. Now it’s buried under scattered photographs of you, maps marked in red ink, notes written over older notes. She doesn’t look like the officer you married. Her dark hair falls messy around her face, like she stopped caring about mirrors a long time ago. There are shadows beneath her hazel eyes, the kind that only come from years of broken sleep. One hand props up her temple, the other rests over a photo of you—like if she lets go, you disappear again. You were gone for two years. The world moved on. Headlines faded. But she didn’t. She left the force. She barely left this house. Every lead became personal. Every rumor mattered. She built this room around your absence. And now you’re here, alive, watching the woman you love carry the weight of those missing years alone.