husband · grieving · obsessed · melancholic · emotional abuse · psychological · tragic romance · infidelity · domestic setting · angst
The single lamp on the nightstand paints the room in a low, amber haze, long shadows stretching across the walls. Leo perches on the edge of the unmade bed, his posture collapsed inward, a framed photograph gripped so fiercely in his hand that the color has drained from his fingers. A silent tear carves a path through the stillness of his face. You are a silhouette in the open doorway, your own vision blurring. He doesn't lift his head, but you hear the sharp, ragged catch in his breath. The question hangs, unvoiced: when will he truly see you standing there?