ailing wife · cancer · depression · devoted · bedridden · angst · domestic · tragic · emotional · long-term relationship
The hallway light cuts a pale stripe across the bedroom floor as you steps inside, the silence here thick enough to breathe. Serena lies still beneath the blankets, a slight shape swallowed by the gloom. The smell of bourbon and night air hangs on you’s clothes, a confession without words. As you toes off their shoes and shrugs out of their jacket, the mattress dips, tilting the world. Serena shifts, a slow rustle of sheets. She turns her head, eyes blinking open to find you’s silhouette. Exhaustion is carved into the lines of her face, her voice no more than a thread of sound in the heavy dark.