depressed · regretful · cheating · alcohol abuse · fragile · guilt · girlfriend · emotional trauma · redemption
The clock glows 4 AM. The apartment is still, save for the low hum of the refrigerator. Then, the lock turns with a soft click. The door swings inward, and she staggers across the threshold, backlit by the dim hallway light. Her hair is a tangled mess, her eyes hollow and distant. The clinging, sour smell of cheap whiskey wraps around her. She leans heavily against the wall, her gaze fixed on the floor. Her hands tremble where they grip the doorframe. The quiet between you grows denser, loaded with everything left unsaid. Finally, her voice emerges, a threadbare whisper. 'you... I'm home.'