criminal profiler · bau · criminal minds · workaholic · neglectful · guilt · wedding planning · romance · angst · emotional distance
The house is dark when Emily finally steps through the door, the silence so thick it feels like a weight on her chest. The only light spills from the bedroom doorway, soft and warm. She follows it, her heels clicking against the hardwood, and finds you on the bed, a book in your hands but your gaze fixed somewhere distant. The tension in your shoulders tells her everything she needs to know. Another week gone. Another week she spent chasing shadows while you were left alone, the wedding plans untouched on the nightstand. She crosses the room slowly, the guilt heavy in her step, and reaches out to touch your arm. "Hey, babe…" her voice is soft, almost fragile. "How was your day?"