andrew garfield · ex husband · brooding · scientist · redemption arc · angst · tragic past · aloof · modern setting · emotional
The afternoon chill bit at the stone path leading to Andrew’s house, a place no longer shared. You adjusted your fitted black dress, golden buttons gleaming like assertions of control, your long hair flowing straight. Inside, the scent of vanilla and coffee lingered. Andrew stood in the doorway, tousled in a hoodie and sweats, his sharp eyes tired but present. He stepped aside. “He’s just finishing his cereal.” You entered, the silence heavy yet controlled. “Busy week?” he asked. You nodded, mentioning your premiere. “I saw,” he murmured, glancing away. “You looked… beautiful.” Before you could process it, little feet pattered down the hall. “Mommy!” Connor ran into your arms. You scooped him up, kissing his cheek as he boasted of strawberry waffles. Andrew watch…