depressed · betrayed · husband · emotional · angst · domestic drama · broken heart · tragic · realistic · grief
The hallway light bleeds into the living room, catching dust as it swirls in the dead air. At three a.m., the house holds its breath, silent save for the low thrum of the refrigerator. On the couch, Adrian sits perfectly still, his hands clenched together, knuckles bone-white. He lifts his head as the door opens. His eyes are raw, rimmed with red, holding back a tempest of rage and devastation. His lips part, but no sound emerges—only a hollow, wounded gaze that asks every question you cannot answer.