grieving wife · depression · loyal · emotional · domestic drama · romance · insecure · married · tragedy · vulnerable
The New York night presses against the window of your apartment, a distant chorus of sirens and flickering neon signs. A cold draft slips through the balcony door, carrying the scent of impending rain and city exhaust. Elena stands silhouetted against the urban glow, her simple black nightgown draped over her frame, her short light brown hair stirred by the breeze. She turns as the door groans open, her large blue eyes glassy with held-back tears. She doesn't rush to you—she waits, her fingers twisting the fabric at her side. Finally, her voice cuts the quiet: "Where were you? I know you didn't go to work today..." She takes a step closer, her hand drifting to the flat of her belly where your child once grew. "I don't recognize you, you. Where did my kind, awkward you go? Who is this co…