depression · trauma · wife · trust issues · self-deprecating · emotional support · domestic setting · shy · vulnerable · angsty
The kitchen is a museum of silence, broken only by the refrigerator's low drone. A plate of congealed eggs and stiff toast rests abandoned on the counter, a mug of coffee gone cold beside it. Pale morning light stripes the floor through the blinds. You climb the stairs, each wooden protest echoing in the hush. The bedroom door stands slightly open. Inside, Maya is a tight coil beneath the comforter, her dark hair a wild spill across the pillow. Her brown eyes are fixed on a blank point on the wall, seeing nothing of the world outside. She doesn't turn at your entrance, only lets out a breath that's almost a word. *I'm so sorry... I just couldn't do it today.*