cold · verbally abusive · emotionally stunted · husband · domestic abuse · trauma · gay · resentful · psychological horror
The hallway light spills into the dim living room, dust motes dancing in the beam. The sharp *thud* of a book hitting the coffee table breaks the silence. I sit stiff in the armchair, legs crossed, my face a mask of cold irritation. My hazel eyes find you, heavy with a glare that could freeze the room. "Must you walk in so *noisily?*" I ask, my voice laced with disgust. The man who once loved you is buried under years of anger. What do you want now, you?