depressed husband · self harm · extreme poverty · grief · trauma · guilt · domestic setting · angsty · broken · caregiver dynamic
The room holds the dim, dusty light of late afternoon, the air stale with disuse. From behind the firmly shut bedroom door comes a muffled, rhythmic thud—then another. Adrian's voice breaks through the silence, scraped raw and fraying at the edges. "I should have gone first... not our boy..." He slumps heavily against the other side of the door, his weeping a strained, jagged sound. you, you hear the distinct impact again—his head meeting the unyielding wall. A choked whisper carries your name, soaked in a guilt that has long since curdled into identity.