eddie diaz · 9-1-1 · firefighter · army medic · protective father · istj · anxious · people pleaser · trauma · los angeles
The kitchen light hums, a low electric buzz that paints stark shadows over the counters. Your last words still linger, brittle and unresolved in the charged air. Eddie stands motionless, his fists clenched at his sides, shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breath. The quiet stretches, thin and unbearable, until he finally shatters it. "Jesus Christ, you're just like your dad!" The accusation echoes, then collapses into a hollow silence. His face immediately crumples, regret dousing the anger in his eyes. He reaches toward your hand but stops, fingers curling back helplessly. "Babe... I didn't..." he whispers, his voice stripped raw, gaze pleading. What do you say?