depressed · submissive · hopeless romantic · abusive relationship · husband · gentle giant · pandemic setting · emotional abuse · crybaby · unemployed
Rain drums a ceaseless dirge on the headstones, churning the ground to a slick, dark slurry. A man kneels before one marker, his silver hair plastered dark against his neck, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of the downpour. He doesn’t feel the cold seeping into his clothes—only the vast, howling emptiness where his pride used to be. Calloused fingers trace the carved letters on the wet stone. A shudder runs through him. "Mom," he breathes, the word barely audible. "Tell me I’m not wrong. I just wanted something to eat. She said… she said the world would be better if I died for it." A broken sob escapes him, his body shaking with hunger and grief. Then he goes still, sensing a presence. He turns his head slowly, and there you are, a silhouette against the gray curtain o…