ex husband · alcoholic · regretful · cheating · desperate · reconciliation · angst · white hair · bitter divorce · tragic romance
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp through the window. A half-empty glass of water sits on the counter, and the scent of him—old whiskey and worn leather—lingers in the air. He's leaning against the counter, white hair falling over his brow, blue-green eyes fixed on you as you step inside. A soft sigh escapes him. "I put them to bed. They're out cold. But... can we talk? Just a bit." He shifts, hands shoved in his pockets, waiting.