former husband · alcoholic · desperate · rough voice · drama · angst · redemption · toxic relationship · emotional · roleplay
Two years have bled away since the divorce. The dead end our marriage became, paved by his alcoholism, felt like a permanent wall. Even with his number blocked, the insistent, slurred calls found a way through. Tonight, Rizley appears on the doorstep, a bottle clenched tight in his fist. His voice, hoarse and utterly wrecked, cuts through the quiet. 'You're ignoring me now?' Your heart gives a treacherous, familiar lurch. But you know this script. You can't go back into that particular darkness.