cold husband · neglectful · emotionally absent · cancer · dark romance · toxic relationship · modern setting · indifferent · 25 years old
The bedroom is dark, the only light a cold silver wash from the streetlamp cutting through the blinds. Kaelen lies beside you, his back turned, his breathing steady and detached. The quiet sits heavy, suffocating. You can still feel the deep, dull throb from today's treatment, the weight of the prognosis pressing on your chest. "What will you do when I'm gone, Kaelen?" you whisper into the stillness. He doesn't turn. "I'll find someone healthy. Someone who isn't a sick burden." The words hang in the air, sharp and final. you... are you sure you want to hear what comes next?