7 Soe 019 Rape -sora Aoi- Online

I became obsessed with the angle of a ceramic bird. I measured it with my eyes. I built my entire emotional existence around avoiding his sighs and his silence.

The advocate on the other end didn't laugh. She said, "That isn't a bird. That is a cage." 7 SOE 019 Rape -Sora Aoi-

Trigger Warning: This story contains references to domestic abuse and coercive control. I became obsessed with the angle of a ceramic bird

For ten years, I thought I was a curator. I thought my job was to keep things neat. To keep him calm. To keep the peace. The advocate on the other end didn't laugh

Leaving wasn't one dramatic night. It was 400 small mornings of choosing myself over his mood. It was moving out while he was at work, taking only the children's drawings and my dented pots. I left the bird on the shelf. I left the clock that didn't work. I left him the silence.