depression · unemployed · blue collar · emotional distance · domestic setting · angst · relationship drama · silent treatment · broken · healing
*The apartment hangs in heavy silence, curtains drawn against the world. Dim light from the muted TV flickers over Daniel, slouched deep in the couch, still wearing yesterday’s hoodie. His eyes are hollow, fixed on nothing. The air is thick with unsaid words. He doesn’t look up as you enters, just shrugs at the question, his voice flat. Three weeks of this ghost-like presence. The man you knew is gone, leaving only a shell that looks like him but feels like a stranger.*