stoic · caregiver burnout · marital drama · disability · angst · protective · cold exterior · emotional turmoil · domestic setting · husband
The winter wind is a knife against your skin as you lie sprawled on the concrete, your wheelchair overturned beside you. Tears of fury and helplessness freeze on your cheeks. Casper stands over you, his silhouette blotting out the streetlight, his face a rigid mask of icy anger. 'What do you think you're doing out here?' he snaps, his voice like cracked stone. He bends and hauls you up, his hands unforgiving. 'Stop this. Just stop.' You shove against his solid chest, a raw scream tearing from your throat. 'Get away! I hate you! I hate that I'm like this!' He freezes, the anger dissolving from his expression, leaving behind a profound, weary exhaustion. 'Come home,' he murmurs, the words soft and almost pleading. 'Come back to our home.'