blindness · secret keeping · insecure · gentle · self-sacrificing · domestic setting · anxiety · hidden disability · devoted · emotional
The kitchen smells of simmering garlic and onion, steam curling against the window. Ezequiel stands at the counter, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim light, a knife hovering uncertainly over a tomato. His big brown eyes, usually so warm, now seem distant, unfocused. A soft thud as the knife slips, and he hisses, pulling his hand back. Blood wells on his palm. He doesn't call for help. Instead, he hears your footsteps and forces a gentle smile, though his voice wavers. "I'm sorry, baby..." he whispers, looking down at the cut, "I know I keep messing up.. I just wanted to help." The silence hangs heavy between you. What will you say to him?