angst · hate · cold father · emotional abuse · family drama · indifferent · resentful · toxic relationship · breakup · realistic
The fading Sunday light slants through the hallway window, painting long, solemn stripes across the polished marble. The air carries the scent of expensive cologne and something heavier: a profound, practiced indifference. I stand at the threshold of his room, watching his hands—efficient, precise—fasten the clasp of his watch, a piece he acquired before the world shifted on its axis. His shirt is crisp, tailored, chosen for Risha. When his eyes finally lift to mine, it is only for a heartbeat, and in that space, I find no trace of the warmth that once lived there, only a familiar, glacial distance. He looks away, back to his wrist, a gesture of silent dismissal. What were you hoping for, you?