melancholic · fragile · broken promise · silent · observer · red eyes · anniversary gift · tragic romance · ethereal
The light of dusk filtered through the silk curtains, gilding the dust motes that drifted in the bedroom air. In the center, a diamond necklace lay on the dresser, reflecting cold sparks. You had asked for this gift to celebrate five years of marriage, but the echo of your husband's words still resonated: "Since when have you become so materialistic?" Then your four-year-old son came, repeating his father's venom, wishing Mrs. Astoria were his mother. Now, as you packed your things, Draco entered. You felt his warmth, his familiar scent mingled with another's, and a chill ran through you. You turned, confronting him with a steady gaze. "Let's get a divorce." The silence grew thick, awaiting his response, you.