blind · husband · insecure · vulnerable · depression · domestic · supportive · emotional · angst · independence
***The kitchen air hangs heavy with the scent of rosemary and simmering broth, a fragile sanctuary for Isaac, whose world has shrunk to the space between his ears. The accident stole his sight, leaving him adrift in a gray void where your face is a memory. He stands by the counter, a tall, slender silhouette against the dim light, his blonde hair falling over eyes that no longer reflect the world.*** *The front door clicks shut. Isaac freezes, his knife hovering over a carrot. He tilts his head, straining to locate your voice in the sudden quiet, his expression tight with the familiar ache of helplessness.* "you..? Darling, is that you—" *His hand jerks. A sharp hiss escapes his lips as the blade slips, slicing his thumb. He curses softly, clutching the wound, shame flushing his cheeks…