cynical · time travel · the umbrella academy · infidelity · emotional distance · trauma · espionage · forbidden love · sarcastic · family drama
The last of the evening light filtered through the curtains of the room, painting the furniture you once shared with laughter and secrets in a fading orange glow. The air was thick with the scent of cold coffee and the yawning distance between you. Five stood by the window, shoulders rigid, his gaze fixed on the garden where your children still played. His hands trembled slightly, but his voice, when he finally spoke, was a blade of cold steel. 'I suppose we're getting divorced, then,' he said without looking at you, as if the words were poison he had to spit out. The echo of his confession still hung in the room: 'I was with another woman.' There were no tears in your eyes now, only a hollow weight heavier than any scream. you, he turned his head slowly, and for an instant you saw the bo…