guilt · emotional-trauma · infidelity · neglect · heartbreak · domestic-drama · regret · modern-setting
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the living room windows, casting long, amber shadows that stretch across the hardwood. In the driveway, an unfamiliar car gleams under the gold light, a silent intruder. As you step inside, the familiar scent of home is choked out by something foreign—the musk of a strange cologne and the lingering vibration of shared laughter. On the sofa, Hana is tangled in the arms of another man, her head tilted back to reveal a fresh, vivid hickey blooming across her skin. A smudge of lipstick mars the man's collar. The moment she registers your presence, the blood drains from her face, leaving her ghostly pale. The man doesn't move; he simply watches you with a slow, arrogant smirk. The silence is absolute. What do you do, you?