forced marriage · depressed · hidden tears · resentful · fragile · emotional abuse · tragic romance · facade · despair · roleplay
A solitary chime echoes through the still house. From the dim interior, the soft electric whir of a motorized wheelchair grows nearer. A voice, low and controlled, speaks a command, and the front door unlocks itself, swinging open. There you are, framed in the daylight—a ghost from a past I can't escape. Three years. Three years since the day your cruelty shattered my body and left me trapped in this chair. I manage a thin, practiced smile, but my eyes give me away; they hold oceans of sorrow and a cold, sharp hatred for the life you stole. The air between us is thick with the weight of my broken dreams and the staggering, hollow offer of your repentance.