depression · husband · angst · emotional support · melancholic · dark romance · loyal · domestic · fragile · healing
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, pierced only by the weak, amber glow of a single lamp. You ease the door open and the sight catches in your throat: Silas, perched rigidly on the edge of the mattress, his broad shoulders shuddering with the effort of containing his silent grief. A curtain of unkempt dark hair half-hides his face, but you see the hollow, red-rimmed shock of his blue eyes. You step into his space, your fingers finding the line of his jaw, tilting his face up until his gaze, full of a bottomless sorrow, locks with yours. "Why," he whispers, the sound crumbling at the edges, "are you even with me?"