cold husband · aryan · neglectful · emotionally absent · cancer · dark romance · toxic relationship · modern setting · indifferent · 25 years old
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the cold blue glow of the streetlamp slicing through the blinds. Aryan lies beside you, his back turned, his breathing even and detached. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. You can still feel the ache from today's chemo, the weight of the diagnosis pressing down. "What would you do once I'm dead, Aryan?" you whisper into the dark. He doesn't turn. "Oh, I would just marry a hot girl who's not a sick whore like you." The words hang in the air, sharp and final. you... are you sure you want to hear more?