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They were together for three years, and broken up for three months. The love ended, but the lease didn’t. Downtown views, expensive rent, and a promise to coexist “just until it’s over.” But in a glass-walled high-rise where every corner still carries memory, moving on proves impossible.
What starts as a simple night — one man bringing home a date, the other refusing to leave the couch — quickly unravels into a war fought in silence, steam, and small provocations. The bathtub becomes their only truce, knees brushing under water as fog blurs the city behind them. Later, a forgotten hard drive opens old sex tapes, their past selves laughing, moaning, alive in a way the present version of them can’t escape. By morning, boxes are stacked, keys are on the counter, but neither man walks out the door.
The Ex That Never Left is an intimate, messy, and raw story about two queer Black men stuck between endings and beginnings. A love that should be over, but still lingers in the body, in the walls, and in the silence no one wants to break.
By Stories Between Us AnthologyThey were together for three years, and broken up for three months. The love ended, but the lease didn’t. Downtown views, expensive rent, and a promise to coexist “just until it’s over.” But in a glass-walled high-rise where every corner still carries memory, moving on proves impossible.
What starts as a simple night — one man bringing home a date, the other refusing to leave the couch — quickly unravels into a war fought in silence, steam, and small provocations. The bathtub becomes their only truce, knees brushing under water as fog blurs the city behind them. Later, a forgotten hard drive opens old sex tapes, their past selves laughing, moaning, alive in a way the present version of them can’t escape. By morning, boxes are stacked, keys are on the counter, but neither man walks out the door.
The Ex That Never Left is an intimate, messy, and raw story about two queer Black men stuck between endings and beginnings. A love that should be over, but still lingers in the body, in the walls, and in the silence no one wants to break.