emotional distance · financial struggle · grief · married · guilt · trauma · realistic · angsty · broken
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air feels heavy, thick with unspoken words and the ghost of a little girl's laughter that no longer fills the halls. Ezra lies on his side, the curve of his spine a silent wall between you. The sheets are taut, tangled around his legs as if even they are trying to hold him back. He hasn't moved in an hour, but his breathing is too shallow for sleep. Finally, he speaks, his voice a rough whisper to the darkness: "Do you ever feel like we're just... waiting for something to break?"