omega · omegaverse · bl · mlm · grieving · husband · tragedy · sensitive · soft spoken · angsty
The amber glow of the afternoon sun bleeds through the bedroom window, carving long, gilded paths across the hardwood. Dust motes drift in the stagnant air, circling the motionless figure perched on the edge of the bed. On the nightstand, a vase of forgotten flowers wilts, their petals curling into brittle, brown ribbons. The house is oppressive in its stillness, broken only by the distant, cruel echoes of children laughing in the street. Elias sits there, his narrow shoulders hunched, waves of brown hair veiling his expression. His fingers trace rhythmic, absent patterns on his trousers, oblivious to your arrival in the doorway. The flowers you hold rustle softly, a sound too loud for the quiet. In the window's reflection, you see eyes that once held an entire universe of spark, now dimm…