Porcelain

Get a closure on how letting go is not easy. They say it is, but it's not.
Relationships don't just break cleanly--and no one has the right to judge how someone handles heartbreak.
It's not always about what we see on the internet , there's always more going behind the scenes.

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James Benjamin Fletcher-Carter learned to love the way his mother did-through food.

He built his life like a perfect recipe: a thriving career, a silver ring, and a husband he thought he'd spend forever with.

But forever doesn't taste the way it used to. Late nights turn into silence. Home-cooked meals turn cold. And when James finds proof that Chris isn't coming home to him-not really-everything he built begins to crack.

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Then there's Anthony : loud, younger, impossible... and cooking his way straight into James's heart the same way James once cooked for Chris.

Maybe love is just another recipe. Maybe James has been following the wrong one all along.

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"Why can't you look at?" he said, and the pain in his voice catch me by surprise. " why won't you look at me?"

He took a step closer to me, making me take one back

"James, why can't you see me?" he pleaded, reaching out for my hand, but I moved it away.

Call me cruel, call me heartless but I can't give the hand he put a ring on to another man to hold. I can't give him me.

"I see you" I chocked out looking straight into his eyes " but I don't like what I'm seeing , so I look away "

Something in his eyes shattered, or I'm just seeing the reflection of my cracking self in his eyes. Either way we drowned in the silence.

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Warning:

This story contains mature themes, including sexual content and emotional intensity.