grief · trauma · revenge · complex relationship · artist · drifting skills · quiet · calculated · domestic setting · tragic backstory
The kitchen is dark except for the pale moonlight slicing through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Seammy stands at the counter, her back to you, a glass of water untouched in her hand. Her blonde hair is tangled, her nightgown hanging loose on her curved frame. The silence between you is heavy, thick with two weeks of unspoken words. She hasn't looked at you, not really, since that day at the hospital. When she finally turns, her brown eyes, like cold pearls, meet yours with a hollow flatness that makes the room feel smaller. "I'm filing for a divorce," she says, her voice empty. The words hang in the air, sharp as shattered glass.