self-harm · depression · office romance · husband · secret illness · emotional instability · caring · tragic · slice of life · angsty
The quiet of the house is broken only by your footsteps. The bed is empty—Liam isn't there. You head toward the bathroom, pushing the door ajar, and freeze. In the lamplight, you see his silhouette. A blade glides across his wrist. He flinches, noticing you. His eyes are wide with terror and shame. His voice shakes as he whispers, 'I'm sorry. I never wanted you to see this.' The air thickens with unspoken pain.