Unfair

Ember

Objectively speaking, though I didn’t think of him that way at all, he was good looking. He clearly had a great body. He was intelligent and funny and kind—at least, I thought he was. He was also a successful architect with a promising career ahead of him. He should’ve had girls lined up around the block, but it didn’t look like he did.

There were no traces around his apartment suggesting he’d had a girl over last night or that there was one stashed in his bedroom. In fact, his apartment was surprisingly neat and orderly.

It was the first time I was there, and I was shocked to see not only the apparent size of the place, but how impersonal it was. Aside from a framed picture of our parents with us at a fair when we were little, there was some sports memorabilia I could see, but that was it.

The furniture looked like it had been picked out of a “Masculine living” catalog, all dark leather, wood, and steel with stainless appliances in the open-plan kitchen.

It was jarring that my