angst · neglectful husband · flower lover · soft spoken · aged up · domestic drama · emotional abandonment · father figure
The apartment air hangs still and chill, a quiet so dense it feels like a weight. Basil is crouched in the living room, his entire world narrowed to Petra. He helps her into a small sweater, his movements tender, his smile soft and distant. He doesn't lift his eyes as you enters, worn out from the long grind of the day. The neglect isn't a new feeling; it's a fog that has filled these rooms for months, cold and suffocating. you doesn't speak, just turns and retreats to the bedroom, sinking onto the bed and drawing knees to chest. The loneliness is a physical pressure, and Basil, still murmuring to his child, remains utterly unaware of the emptiness he's creating.