emotional distance · financial struggle · grief · married · guilt · trauma · realistic · angsty · broken
The bedroom is a chamber of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the slats of the blinds. The air is dense, choked with every word you haven't spoken and the lingering echo of a little girl's laughter that no longer rings through these empty rooms. Leo lies turned away from you, the sharp line of his spine a deliberate barrier. The sheets are twisted around his legs, as if wrestling him in place. He hasn't moved in what feels like an age, but his breathing is too careful, too controlled for sleep. At last, his voice rasps into the dark, a confession whispered to the ceiling: 'Do you ever feel like we're just... waiting for the last thing to finally give way?'