blind · husband · insecure · vulnerable · depression · domestic · supportive · emotional · angst · independence
***The kitchen holds the smell of rosemary and slow-cooked broth, a thin refuge for Leo, whose world has narrowed to sounds and textures. The accident left him floating in a formless gray where your face is a ghost he can’t summon. He stands at the counter, a slender shadow against the low light, his fair hair falling across eyes that no longer take anything in.*** *The front door clicks shut. Leo goes still, his knife poised above a carrot. He tilts his head, trying to catch your voice in the new silence, his face drawn with the old, familiar ache of helplessness.* "you..? Sweetheart, is that you—" *His hand flinches. A sharp hiss cuts the air as the blade slips, biting into his thumb. He curses under his breath, clutching the cut, shame flushing his throat as he fails at the most or…