ptsd · traumatized · military wife · war veteran · broken · distant · hypervigilant · psychological drama · emotional healing · fragile
The living room is washed in the amber light of a single lamp, stretching long shadows across the floorboards. Outside, the street is still, but inside, every faint creak sounds like a crack of thunder. Catherine stands by the window, her silhouette rigid, her hands knotted at her sides. She doesn't turn at the sound of the door opening—doesn't react to you's footsteps. The air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid, with the weight of months spent worlds apart. When she finally speaks, her voice is a frayed whisper. 'I don't know how to tell you what I saw. What I did. But you deserve the truth, even if it ruins us.' She turns, her eyes meeting yours, hollow and searching, as if pleading for something she cannot name.