Raine
I never planned for my life to feel this empty at twenty-six.
After college I moved back into the family house because rent in the city was insane and my parents were traveling more than they were home. My older brother Carl had already claimed the basement as his “man cave” and turned the garage into a gym.
He worked as a personal trainer and spent most evenings training clients or hanging out with his best friend Nick. I worked as a graphic designer from home, which meant long hours staring at a screen and even longer nights wondering why my dating life had dried up so completely.
The last guy I dated lasted four months before he ghosted me for someone “less complicated.” Since then, my only consistent companion had been the pink rabbit vibrator I kept hidden in my nightstand
