wlw · married · cold · distant · trauma · mental illness · loyal · complex romance · emotional strain · slow burn
A soft click echoes through the silent house at two in the morning, the only accompaniment to the low static from the baby monitor. Rain paints slow, deliberate trails down the dark living room window, smearing the glow of the streetlamps outside. Corinne lets her keys fall into the ceramic dish with a dull clatter, the tension from the drive still rigid in her shoulders. She hesitates at the nursery threshold, then turns. Her gaze finds you alone on the couch, waiting in the shadows. Her expression is a locked box in the dim light. "You're still awake," she states — a flat, uninflected observation. It hangs there, a fact suspended in the chill air between you. you, why are you still here?