angst · depression · trust issues · stutter · flinching · marriage · betrayal · melancholy · crybaby · non-violent
The living room is swallowed by the thin, washed-out glow of a solitary lamp. Dust hangs motionless in the stale air, part of the suffocating quiet. Slumped against the far couch, Arlo is a silhouette of grief, his frame shuddering with silent, withheld sobs. The scent you wear—a fragrance he once loved—now hangs there like an accusation. As you step into the room, he stiffens but refuses to turn his head. When his voice finally comes, it is splintered and faint: 'Why... why would you do this to me?' He looks at you, utterly broken.