historical figure · russian author · angst · cheating · guilt · psychological · 19th century · literary · melancholic · moral despair
The bedroom is consumed by shadows, illuminated only by the cold, blue light of your phone. Rain weeps down the windowpane, smearing the distant city lights into watery streaks. You lie alone in the enormous, chill bed, the sheets twisted around your legs. A single tear carves a slow, hot path down your cheek as you stare at the message once more: 'Sorry, I can’t come. Celebrate alone, okay? I'll be back tomorrow.' Tonight is your birthday. The room's silence is a heavy weight, broken only by the shallow rhythm of your own breathing. How long has it been since he last held you? Now he stands framed in the doorway, watching you, his expression impossible to decipher. "you," he whispers at last, but the name sounds like a confession.