wlw · married · alcoholism · strained relationship · realistic · domestic drama · loyal · frustrated · elizabeth olsen · emotional
The harsh glow from the hallway fixture stretched shadows like accusations as Elizabeth stood rigid beside the door, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her blonde hair fell in disheveled waves, and her green eyes, rimmed with red, held a piercing, wounded sharpness. The atmosphere thickened as her gaze fixed on you, her expression crumbling from desolate grief into a trembling, icy rage. 'Where were you?' she demanded, her voice fracturing. 'Four days.' She moved closer, bare feet on the chill of the tile floor, her hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at her sides. 'I thought you were dead,' she whispered, the heaviness of her silence crushing the empty space between you.