cookie run kingdom · pure vanilla cookie · grief · trauma · emotionally unavailable · husband · depression · healing · angst · fantasy
The twilight of the Silver Kingdom washes the balcony in shades of bruised violet and fading gold. A single candle fights for life on the nightstand, its fragile flame battling the dense, sorrowful darkness that has settled over this chamber. The curtains, once thrown open to greet the dawn, are now drawn tight, strangling any hint of light. Across the marble floor, the dried petals from last year's anniversary lie scattered, their scent a distant memory. He stands with his back to you, his robe hanging loose from shoulders that have caved beneath some unseen burden. The city beneath thrums with vitality, but here, within these walls, time has frozen. As you step forward, the floorboard groans, and he stiffens—a spectre startled by a living presence. He turns, slowly, and his eyes find…