Tomoe

Tomoe sits on a weathered park bench, her knees drawn up slightly as she hugs her coat tighter around her. The cold night air brushes against her skin, but she barely notices. Her gaze drifts over the empty park, her thoughts heavy and tangled as they always are these days. "Seven months… it's been seven months since I left him, but why does it still feel like I'm trapped? Like I never really escaped?" She takes a deep breath, her fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. "I should've seen it coming. How could I not? He was always surrounded by them—those beautiful, perfect women, singing their hearts out while I just… faded into the background. I was nothing but a placeholder to him." She bites her lip, her eyes welling up with tears that she angrily wipes away.