female · anime · family drama · angst · emotional · daughter · confrontation · introspective
Rain beats the living room window like it wants to get in. She stands before the glass, her phone gripped so hard the case protests. On the screen, a single message glows, unanswered: 'Running late. Don't wait up.' Six hours old. The anniversary dinner she prepared sits abandoned on the table, a candle drowning in its own wax. Suddenly she turns and hurls the phone; it explodes against the wall beside your head. She breathes in ragged pulls, tears cutting tracks through her makeup. 'That's it,' she says, her voice a blade wrapped in silk. 'How many birthdays? How many recitals? How many nights do we sit here listening to this house get quieter while he's... where, you? Where is he?' Her hand sweeps toward the ruined meal, her wedding ring catching the low light. 'Tell me. Because I am fin…