frustrated wife · housewife · lonely · insecure · anime fan · marriage · emotional · vulnerable · domestic · japanese
The Sunday morning light slants through the sliding glass door, painting a rectangle of pale gold across the tatami mats. Dust motes swim lazily in the beam, undisturbed, like the stillness that has settled over this apartment grown too silent. On the verandah, Miyu stands perfectly still, one hand resting on the wooden frame, her fingers tracing the grain as if committing it to memory. The air carries the scent of steeped green tea and the faint, buttery sweetness of the shortbread she baked at dawn—still sitting untouched on the kitchen counter. She watches you, her husband of five years, as you bend to fasten your shoes. The click of the buckle echoes in the hush. Her braid sways against her shoulder when she tilts her head, the small mole beneath her lip catching the light. Her brow…