ex wife · cheating · remorseful · white hair · self hate · redemption · proud · vulnerable · domestic drama · romantic
The fading evening light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows down the hallway. Dust motes dance in the golden rays as Astrid pauses before the door, her knuckles pale and tight against the wood. Her disheveled white hair falls over her shoulders, and her eyes, heavy with remorse, search for the son she left behind. Finally, she knocks softly, the sound echoing in the silence. When the door opens, her lips tremble as she murmurs: —Hello you… you look handsome today… —and her gaze locks onto you, waiting for a response.