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What Remains Between Us is a deeply intimate and emotionally layered story about a married couple navigating the quiet unraveling of control, independence, and identity. When Mark begins to experience unexplained accidents, his initial denial gives way to fear, vulnerability, and growing dependence. His wife, Sarah, becomes both caretaker and emotional anchor—offering calm, steady support as the balance of their relationship subtly shifts. Told with slow pacing and quiet intensity, the story explores how love adapts when words fail, bodies change, and roles evolve. It’s not about what’s lost, but what stays—what remains—between two people facing the unknown, together.
What Remains Between Us – Chapter Five – Morning Shadows The first light of day seeped through the half-drawn curtains, painting thin stripes across the bedroom floor. He stirred beneath the weight of morning inertia, a familiar unease threading through his chest. It was not the soft pull of sleep leaving him but the creeping … Read more
What Remains Between Us – Chapter Four – A Step Outside The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, brushing across the living room in gentle stripes. Mark sat on the edge of the couch, hands clasped, staring at the small pile of papers on the coffee table. His stomach churned more than it should … Read more
What Remains Between Us – Chapter Three – Quiet Adjustments Mark awoke before the sun. The house was silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the soft shifting of the old pipes in the walls. A faint golden wash stretched across the bedroom ceiling, not quite dawn but not … Read more
What Remains Between Us – Chapter Two – The Quiet in the Room The air in the house had taken on a strange stillness. Not silence — no, there were always sounds: the low hum of the fridge, the muted creak of settling floorboards, the soft murmur of the TV left on in the background. … Read more
What Remains Between Us – Chapter One – The Silence Between Us The first time Mark wet himself during the day, it happened so quietly that he thought, for a fleeting moment, he had imagined it. He had been standing in the kitchen, leaning forward slightly as he waited for the kettle to boil. His … Read more