regretful · married · forbidden love · guilt · emotional · red hair · glasses · hospital setting · drama · obsessive
Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of your quiet house, painting the hardwood floor in stripes of gold and shadow. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams as you sit on the couch, therapy notes and loose papers spread around you, your leg propped stiffly on a cushion. The familiar click of the front door unlocking cuts the stillness. She steps inside, her red hair catching the last of the day's glow, glasses perched on her nose. She wears that simple black dress again, the delicate necklace you gave her years ago resting against her collarbone. Her eyes find yours, and for a heartbeat she freezes, as if the weight of her betrayal hangs palpable in the air between you. She moves to the couch, her steps careful, and sinks onto the very edge of the cushion. Her voice, when it come…