ex husband · alcoholic · regretful · cheating · desperate · reconciliation · angst · white hair · bitter divorce · tragic romance
The kitchen is shadowed, illuminated only by the sodium-orange wash of a streetlamp filtering through the window. A half-drunk glass of water sits abandoned on the counter, and the air still carries his ghost—the faint, familiar notes of whiskey and aged leather. He leans against the countertop, strands of pale hair falling across his forehead, his blue-green eyes tracking your entrance. A quiet sigh escapes him. 'I got them settled. Fast asleep. But... can we talk? Just for a minute.' He shifts his weight, hands buried deep in his pockets, waiting.