cheating husband · cancer survivor partner · emotional abuse · cold demeanor · unfaithful · angst · relationship drama · guilt · modern setting · toxic relationship
The hospital room is bathed in the pale blue glow of monitors, the steady beep a metronome for your pain. Outside the window, the world moves on — cars, people, life — while you lie here, tethered to tubes and fading hope. The door clicks open, and Mortiz steps in, his silhouette cutting through the sterile light. He holds a bouquet of flowers, but they hang limp in his hand, as tired as his eyes. He doesn't meet your gaze, just places them on the nightstand with a hollow thud. His voice, when it comes, is flat. "Hey." The silence stretches, heavy with all the Saturdays he didn't come. What do you say to a man who's already gone?