Chapter 2 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ “Detective Silly on the Case” 10:12 AM — Silly & Noli’s Apartment, Living Room The silence of the apartment pressed strangely against the walls, as if it were holding its breath. Silly stood in the middle of the living room with the spray bottle still in one hand and a microfiber cloth dangling from the other. The faint citrus scent of the surface cleaner no longer felt comforting. It clung to the air too sharply, like it was trying to cover up something sour underneath. The morning had started almost normally, almost. He’d made breakfast like he always did: scrambled eggs (Noli liked them soft), toast with a little too much butter, and two mugs of coffee. They’d eaten together, and Silly had laughed about something stupid Noli said about the neighbor’s cat. The kind of small, domestic moment that used to make Silly’s heart feel full. But it had been different. Noli’s smile hadn’t reached his eyes. His “mm, thanks babe,” had been softer, more distracted, like his mind was chewing on something he wasn’t saying. He’d left in a rush, forgetting his packed lunch. Forgetting their matching bracelet. Silly now stared at the tiny leather band resting on the coffee table. The twin to the one tied securely around his own wrist. Noli never forgot it. The bracelets had been a small promise between them, a silly one, really. If one forgot to wear it, the other owed a kiss on the forehead, a “you’re mine,” whispered in return. It was childish and romantic and theirs. Silly swallowed around the lump forming in his throat. He just forgot. People forget things. Stop being dramatic, Silly. He placed the bracelet gently into his pocket, just next to the lunchbox. He could return both. Act normal. Smile. Because nothing was wrong. Except… something was. The echo of the voices he had overheard at the abandoned tech room, Noli and 007n7 talking, had been playing like a broken record in his mind since stepping back inside the apartment. “So when are you gonna tell Silly about this relationship you have with this Courtina girl?” The way 007n7 had asked it so casually, almost laughing… and the way Noli hadn’t answered. The guilt that had settled across Noli’s face, Silly had seen that expression only once before. When Noli had accidentally broken Silly’s favorite mug and hid the pieces behind the toaster for three days. But this wasn’t a broken mug. Silly tugged at the hem of his hoodie, grounding himself. “Okay,” he whispered to the empty room. “You are not going to jump to conclusions. You are going to… observe. Collect data. Like a detective. A smart detective. A calm detective.” His voice trembled on that last word. Detectives don’t panic. They gather their evidence first. Silly inhaled, deep and slow, then reached for his phone and keys. There was a familiar tug in his chest urging him to go, to see Noli again even if he wasn’t ready for answers. He stepped out the door. 10:34 AM — Apartment Hallway The hallway lights flickered as he locked the apartment behind him. He flinched—not at the electricity, but at his own nerves. Why am I like this? Why does my brain go to the worst possible thing? Because the image of Noli’s guilty face wouldn’t leave. Because 007n7 sounded so sure. Courtina. A name Silly had never heard before this morning. He pulled his hoodie sleeves over his hands and started walking. Each step was heavy, like the floor might crack if he pressed too hard. Noli wouldn’t cheat. He wouldn’t. Right? 11:08 AM — City Street, Walking The sun was bright, almost offensively cheerful. The world outside looked so annoyingly normal, cars passed, birds chirped, and people lived their lives without spiraling. Silly clutched the lunchbox tighter against his chest. Maybe Courtina is just a friend. A coworker. A… nickname? Who names their kid Courtina in 2025 anyway? He blinked at a stranger who glanced his way and forced himself to unclench his jaw. He needed to keep it together. He wasn’t going to accuse Noli of anything without proof. He wasn’t that kind of partner. But he also couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted beneath his feet. Like the ground he’d been standing on for months wasn’t as solid as he thought. 11:41 AM — The Hangout Spot (Old Storage Room, Tech Building) The metal door let out a long, ugly creak as Silly nudged it open with his shoulder. The familiar smell hit him first, cold dust, solder burns, and way too many energy drink cans that had been “thrown away” but never made it to an actual trash bin. Old computer fans whirred in the background like tired insects. He stepped inside, clutching Noli’s lunch and the forgotten bracelet like they were fragile glass. The room looked exactly the same as always, two mismatched monitors, wires snaking across the floor, and the beat-up couch Silly had accidentally drooled on once during a nap. Normally, that memory would make him smile. Today, it just stung.

Title: The Things We Leave Broken The rain hadn’t stopped for hours. It beat softly against the glass windows, like it was trying to drown out the silence that hung between Silly and Noli. Silly sat on the edge of their shared bed no, his bed now clutching the wedding ring that used to mean forever. His hands trembled as if the gold band burned his skin. “Tell me it isn’t true,” Silly whispered, his voice breaking in half. “Please, Noli. Just tell me it’s not true.” Noli stood by the door, soaked from the rain, eyes red and swollen. He didn’t answer. The silence was his confession. “It was Courtlyn, wasn’t it?” Silly’s voice cracked, tears spilling down his cheeks. “You promised me you’d never hurt me like this.” Noli’s chest heaved. “I didn’t mean for it to happen,” he said, almost choking on the words. “It was one mistake-” “One mistake?” Silly laughed bitterly. “You don’t ‘accidentally’ fall in love with someone else, Noli.” He looked up, eyes hollow. “Do you even love me anymore?” Noli opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The answer was written in his hesitation. Silly stood, every step toward the door feeling like walking through glass. “Then you should go to Courtlyn,” he said, voice trembling. “Because the person who loved you is gone now.” Noli reached out, desperate, but Silly stepped back. “Don’t,” he whispered. “You already chose him.” And just like that, Silly walked out into the rain cold, heartbroken, but free. Behind him, Noli fell to his knees, the echoes of their love still clinging to the walls like ghosts that refused to leave. That night, Silly cried until the storm ended. When the morning sun finally broke through the clouds, he promised himself he would learn to love again this time, without breaking. End of chapter one.

Hope you enjoy gang I have more soon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

-Still chapter 1 btw- The air felt like it snapped. Silly’s hands tightened around the strap of their bag. Courtina? They weren’t supposed to hear that. They shouldn’t have. But they did. Every word carved itself into their mind like ink sinking deep into paper. Their heartbeat climbed fast, an uneven drum against their ribs. Maybe it was some kind of joke. Maybe 007n7 was just messing around like always. Noli would’ve laughed, denied it, said something stupid like, “you’re just jealous of my swag.” But he didn’t. He just stayed quiet. A guilty quiet. Their stomach twisted. They didn’t walk back in. They didn’t say goodbye. They just turned around, pulled their hood up, and left. The hallway blurred around them, colors too bright, sounds too sharp. Their fingers brushed the fabric of their hoodie where Noli’s hand used to rest, warm and steady. Now it felt cold. Outside, the city kept moving like nothing had happened. People passed by, cars honked, someone laughed too loudly near a café. Silly stood on the cracked sidewalk, the warmth of the lunchbox still fading from their fingertips, and felt… small. By the time they got back home, the world had quieted again. Not soft like in the morning. Just quiet. They dropped their bag onto the couch. It landed with a dull thud. They didn’t even take off the hoodie. Their mind kept replaying the moment in that room. 007n7’s voice. “So when are you gonna tell Silly about this relationship you have with this Courtina girl?” And Noli’s silence. They squeezed their eyes shut. “No,” they muttered under their breath. “He wouldn’t.” But the image of his face. Guilty, frozen, burned behind their eyelids. The clock ticked. They sat on the couch with their knees pulled up to their chest, staring at nothing. Their hands fiddled with their own bracelet, thumb running over the tiny engraving they’d gotten together: “Us against the world.” Their chest ached in a way that wasn’t sharp, but dull and slow, like a bruise spreading under the skin. They wanted to believe this was just a misunderstanding. A dumb joke. Something easily explained. But a small voice at the back of their head whispered, Then why didn’t he deny it? The hours passed. Silly eventually got up, made themself some tea they didn’t drink, and opened their phone only to close it again. Notifications from Noli stacked up. A text. Another. A missed call. They stared at his name glowing on the screen, their thumb hovering over the accept button. They didn’t answer. They couldn’t, not yet. The thought of hearing his voice right now made something inside them crack a little more. It was nighttime when they finally crawled into bed. Same hoodie. Same pillow. But this time, it didn’t smell warm. It smelled like a memory. They pressed the heel of their palm to their chest, trying to quiet the restless thudding beneath. Maybe tomorrow it’ll make sense. Maybe they’ll wake up, and he’ll have an explanation. Maybe everything will go back to their ordinary routine. But for the first time, “ordinary” didn’t feel safe. It felt fragile. Like a glass about to shatter. They turned on their side, facing the window. The city lights flickered outside, distant and uncaring. The bracelet on their wrist glinted faintly in the dark. “Courtina…” they whispered to no one. And the silence answered back. 2.2k words End of Chapter 1 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

By the time he pushed open the creaky door to their hangout, he heard the familiar tapping of keyboards and the low hum of computers. 007n7 was slouched on a beanbag with a laptop on his knees, while Noli sat at the main desk, head tilted down at his screen, hair slightly messy from running his hands through it. “Boo,” Silly whispered. 007n7 looked up first. “Oh, hey. It’s the wifey.” Noli turned around, surprised, then smiled that half-drowsy grin of his. “You’re early.” “You,” Silly said, waving the lunch box in front of his face, “forgot this.” His face lit up. “Ah—shit. I did. You’re a lifesaver babe.” They stuck their tongue out, trying to look annoyed but failing. They set the box on his desk. “Also,” they said, reaching into their pocket, “you forgot this.” The silver bracelet dangled between their fingers. Noli froze for a second. Then quietly reached for it. “Oh.” “Yeah. ‘Oh,’” Silly teased lightly, but inside they felt the faintest sting of something. That bracelet wasn’t just a trinket. They’d gotten them at a night market on their first anniversary. He never took it off before. He used to wear that bracelet like a badge. Every day. He slipped it on carefully. “Thanks.” “You better,” they said, poking his shoulder, “or I’m charging you interest.” 007n7 groaned dramatically. “God, you two are disgusting.” Silly shot him a grin. “Jealous?” “Yeah,” he deadpanned, “of your bad cooking skills.” “Excuse me,” Silly gasped, clutching their chest like they’d been shot. “My fried rice is divine.” “Divinely mid,” 007n7 countered, typing something on his laptop. “I had it once. My stomach almost filed a lawsuit.” Noli chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “You’re gonna get shot one day.” “With a gun,” Silly added sweetly. “No shit, Sherlock. How else can someone shoot you if not with a gun?” 007n7 retorted, clearly annoyed at being ganged up on by the lovers. “I don’t know, maybe a bow and arrow? Or a crossbow?” Silly said. “Hoe, this isn’t Minecraft. What kind of shit are you on about?” 007n7 shot back. For a moment, the three just stared at each other. Then it cracked. A snort slipped out of Noli, Silly tried to hold it in but failed, and 007n7 ended up laughing too. Their voices tangled together, filling the space with that kind of dumb, contagious laughter that comes out of nowhere and refuses to stop. They talked for a while. Silly leaned against the doorframe while Noli typed lines of code at inhuman speed. They tossed small comments at him. He tossed them back. It was easy. Familiar. “You know,” Silly said at one point, watching him squint at the screen, “you look so serious right now. It’s kinda weird.” He raised an eyebrow without looking up. “Weird?” “Yeah. Like you actually have your life together.” 007n7 snorted so hard his laptop almost slipped off his lap. “They’ve got you there.” “Shut up,” Noli said, but his grin gave him away. Silly laughed softly. “I missed this.” His hands paused on the keyboard for half a second. Then he said quietly, “Me too.” As they talked, 007n7 started whining about the new update breaking their systems again. “Bro,” he said, pointing at Noli’s screen, “if this code doesn’t run after the third patch, I’m literally setting the server on fire.” “You say that every week,” Noli muttered. “And I mean it every week,” 007n7 replied with all the dramatics of a soap opera star. “This code is my mortal enemy. My final boss.” Silly snorted, covering their mouth. “You two are clowns.” “Excuse me,” 007n7 said, offended, “I’m a professional clown. I get paid.” “No you don’t,” Noli said. “Shh,” 007n7 whispered, tapping away again. “Let me live my delusion.” The laughter that filled the room was soft. Familiar. Like mornings used to be before the quiet started feeling sharp. Silly had already slung their bag over their shoulder, tossing a casual wave behind them as they headed for the door. “Alright losers see you guys tomorrow!” they chirped, stepping out into the cool air. But just as they reached the doorstep, a voice slipped through the barely-closed door. 007n7’s. They hesitated. Curiosity nipped at their heels. Instead of walking away, they shifted back, pressing themself against the wall just outside, hidden from sight. They didn’t stay long, just leaned close enough to hear them bickering over some line of code Silly couldn’t make sense of. It was normal. It was comfortable. Then it happened. “…So when are you gonna tell Silly about this relationship you have with this Courtina girl?” 007n7 asked, voice half-teasing, half-curious. Silly froze. The words sank into their ears like cold water. Inside, Noli didn’t answer right away. The soft clicks of his keyboard stilled. The silence that followed stretched out, thick and heavy. Then 007n7 gave a low laugh. “Bro. Don’t tell me you’re gonna keep it a secret forever.” Noli’s voice came out quiet, almost unsure. “…I don’t… know.”

Chapter 1 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ “Ordinary Routine..?” The world was soft when he opened his eyes. Sunlight slipped through the thin curtains like golden threads, spilling across the messy floor and catching the dust floating lazily in the air. The sound of traffic outside was muffled, like someone had turned down the volume of the city just for them. For a moment, Silly lay still on the mattress, face half-buried in the pillow Noli had probably drooled on last night. It still smelled like him: faint citrus from his shampoo and the warmth of home. His hand reached to the other side of the bed. Cold. Noli had already left for work. Typical. “Ugh,” he groaned, pulling himself upright, hair sticking up in odd directions. They squinted at the clock hanging slightly crooked on the wall. 8:03 a.m. A bit late, but they didn’t mind. This was their routine. Wake up. Cook. Eat breakfast together, if Noli didn’t leave too early. Clean up the apartment. Repeat. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was theirs. Silly shuffled into the kitchen wearing one of Noli’s oversized hoodies, the black one with the cracked “VOID” print across the front. Their socks slid on the cool floor, making them nearly trip on a plastic bag that neither of them had thrown out. He snorted to himself. “Bro left me the trash as a love letter. How romantic.” They opened the fridge. It wasn’t much, just eggs, a carton of milk, leftover fried rice, and some random condiment bottles that probably expired three weeks ago. But they could make something out of it. They always did. Pan. Oil. Egg. Rice. A soft sizzle filled the air. Their thoughts drifted the way they always did while cooking. To Noli. They’d been together for almost two years now, long enough that his toothbrush had a permanent spot in Noli’s cup, and Noli’s shirts lived in Silly’s closet. He wasn’t exactly… perfect. He’d forget stuff, mess up dates, sleep through alarms. But he made them laugh. He’d hold their hand like it fit there. And when things got loud in their head, he’d be there, steady like gravity. The rice crackled, the smell of garlic filling the room. He tossed it all together with practiced ease. “Breakfast for champions,” he muttered. By 8:30, Silly was sitting at their tiny dining table, two mismatched chairs and a stack of old Exploiting Guide for Pros Noli swore he’d “totally read again.” His plate was still there from last night, crumbs scattered like evidence of a midnight snack. They stared at his empty seat. He always left before they woke up. Always in a rush. Always forgetting something. They reached into their pocket, fingers brushing against the cool silver of their matching bracelets. His was missing from its usual place on the shelf by the door. Of course it was. A tiny frown tugged at their mouth. “Dumbass.” They slipped his bracelet into their hoodie pocket with a soft sigh. One more thing to return to him. Just like the lunch box Silly was already packing, a habit that stuck from their broke-student days. It wasn’t even fancy. Just rice, fried chicken, and a note with a doodle of themself making a dramatic pose. Noli used to say it was the best part of his day. After breakfast, they tidied the place. Dishes clinked softly in the sink. A mop swished across the floor. They hummed some dumb pop song under their breath, off key, because why not. Their hair was tied messily now, sleeves pushed up, the world just quiet enough that they could lose themself in the rhythm of chores. Halfway through scrubbing the counter, he paused. A small square lunch box stared up at him from the kitchen island. “...He forgot it. Again.” They leaned their forehead against the counter with an exaggerated groan. “Bro I swear. I’m dating a goldfish.” But the thought made them smile. He grabbed his jacket, slipped the lunch box and bracelet into his bag, and locked the door behind him. Noli worked in a tiny, slightly shady office at the edge of the city, though “office” might’ve been too generous. It was more like a hacker cave: cracked monitors, tangled wires, and one dangerously old coffee machine that should’ve been arrested for attempted murder. He and 007n7 basically lived in that space, surviving off instant ramen and chaos. Silly had been there plenty of times. They could already picture it, the glow of screens reflecting off their tired faces, music playing too loud, 007n7 making some questionable jokes while Noli pretended to be focused. He walked fast, hoodie hood up against the morning breeze. Their brain wandered as they crossed the street. It wasn’t unusual for Noli to forget things, but lately… he’d been forgetting more than usual. Dates. Calls. Silly’s favorite snacks he never missed before. Not a big deal, they told themself. People get busy. No reason to spiral. Still. Something small and sharp tugged at the back of their chest.

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