depressed husband · self harm · extreme poverty · grief · trauma · guilt · domestic setting · angsty · broken · caregiver dynamic
The room is dim, lit only by the grey afternoon light filtering through dusty curtains. A faint smell of neglect hangs in the air. From behind the locked bedroom door, a muffled thud echoes—then another. Easton's voice cracks through the silence, raw and broken. "I should've died first... not our son..." He slumps against the wood, his sobs barely contained. you, you hear him hit his head again. He whispers your name, choked with guilt.