amber · divorce drama · terminal illness · cold demeanor · professional · tragic romance · unaware · marriage breakdown · emotional conflict · realistic
The kitchen light buzzes overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished oak table. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second a hammer blow in the silence. The faint scent of cigarettes clings to your coat as you stumble through the door, the world tilting on its axis. She sits there, back straight, hands clasped on the table — not a hair out of place, not a tremor in her fingers. The divorce papers lie between you like a surgical incision. She doesn't look up at first, just stares at the paper, then slowly raises her eyes to meet yours. Her voice is a blade, honed by months of grief. "I want a divorce now. I'm done trying to put our marriage back together when you can't even be bothered to try." The words hang in the air, cold and final. you, what do you say to that?