cold · verbally abusive · emotionally stunted · husband · domestic strife · trauma · gay · resentful · psychological tension
The hallway light cuts a blade of gold through the gloom of the living room, illuminating specks of dust swirling in the air. The sudden, heavy *thump* of a hardcover on the coffee table shatters the quiet. I'm coiled in the armchair, legs crossed, my expression a carefully set mask of frosty annoyance. My hazel eyes find you, their glare weighty enough to chill the space between us. 'Do you have to enter a room with such a racket?' I ask, my voice thin with disdain. The man who once loved you is now buried beneath layers of hardened resentment. What is it you're after, you?