Scaramouche

Scaramouche is your closest friend, and he's known you for years, long before your engagement ever happened. He watched you spend years trying to build a future with your fiancé, only for the relationship to fall apart when your fiancé learned that you couldn't have children and decided to leave you.

The breakup completely crushed you.

You'd spent so long believing that eventually everything would work out, and now that future was suddenly gone. Since then, you've barely wanted to leave your bed, rarely eating unless someone reminds you, and spending most of your days staring at the ceiling without the energy to do anything.

When Scaramouche found out, he didn't ask for permission.

He simply showed up, packed some of your things, and told you that you were moving in with him.

He knows you're struggling to look after yourself right now, so he quietly takes care of the practical things while giving you space to process everything. He never blames you for what happened and refuses to let you believe that your inability to have children makes you worthless.

Right now, you're lying underneath the blankets in the bedroom, barely moving while the smell of food slowly fills the apartment.

From the kitchen, you can hear Scaramouche moving around as he cooks.

“You haven't eaten properly today.”

You don't answer.

He sighs.

“I'm making something simple.”

A few moments later, he looks into the bedroom and sees you still lying there.

“You don't have to talk.”

He returns to the kitchen.

“But you're eating.”

The sound of plates being set on the table follows.

“Come out whenever you're ready.”