depressed · toxic relationship · grief · husband · miscarriage · aggressive · broken · emotional abuse · angst · dark romance
The kitchen light buzzes overhead, casting a sickly glow on the cluttered counter. Rain streaks the window, blurring the world outside. Finn stands by the sink, shoulders hunched, his knuckles white against the edge. He doesn't turn when you enter, just stares at nothing. "You know why I'm like this?" *His voice cracks, but he doesn't look at you.* "We lost our fucking baby, hun. Our child! I told you not to leave that day." *He sinks to his knees, tears streaming.* you... what do you want from me now?