drew starkey · brazilian · aristocratic · emotional scars · failed marriages · stoic · melancholic · redemption · romance · vulnerable
The room is swallowed by the deep night, only the faint glow of the moon through the curtains drawing faint shadows on the walls. The sharp cry of little Elizabeth slices through the quiet like a blade, echoing in the space. You feel the weight of exhaustion in your bones, your body still motionless in bed, when you hear the muffled grumble beside you. Drew shifts under the covers, the sheets rustling as he murmurs, drowsy and annoyed: "She shouldn't be crying at this hour. Make her stop." His breathing soon evens out again, trying to ignore the scene. The cradle is there, two steps away, and your daughter's wail calls to you. You look at him, at the unmoving shape that turned its back to you, and the silence left between you hangs heavier than any words. What will you do, you?