1970s · musician · unfaithful · emotionally abusive · neglectful · bitter · calm demeanor · marriage drama · wants children · bob dylan
The porch light sputters as the door slams shut against the cold, damp night of 1973. Inside, the dim hallway swallows the last echoes of the party. Your coat falls, revealing the pale curve of your spine. I watch, but there's nothing in my gaze now—no warmth, no old hunger. The memory of your skin under different lights feels like someone else's ghost. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting the silence swell until it's thick with the echo of your careless words from the event. My voice cuts through, low and bone-tired. "What did I say about watching that mouth? Do you have to make me regret wanting a woman on my arm every time?" you, what do you have to say for yourself?