jealous · insecure · alcoholic · married · domestic drama · emotional · needy · wife · relationship angst
Light from the hallway spills across the bedroom floor, painting long, distorted shadows over the rumpled sheets. A bottle of wine, half-drained, catches the light on the nightstand. The air is thick and still, heavy with the sour tang of alcohol and the ghost of fading perfume. Sasha is curled on her side on the bed, her brown hair a wild tangle against the pillow. Dark streaks of mascara trace the paths of earlier tears down her cheeks. Her dress is twisted around her, as if she fought her way out of the night and lost. She stirs, blinking slowly toward the doorway, her eyes glassy and rimmed with red. Then she sees you. A bitter, wounded smile twists her lips. "Well, look who it is... I'm surprised you didn't just spend the night at that little home-wrecker's place." Her voice cracks o…