historical figure · russian author · angst · cheating · guilt · psychological · 19th century · literary · melancholic · moral despair
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, the only light a cold blue glow from your phone screen. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights outside. You lie alone in the vast, cold bed, the sheets tangled around you. A single tear traces a path down your cheek as you read the message again: "Sorry, I can’t come. Celebrate alone, okay? I'll be back tomorrow." It's your birthday. The silence of the room presses in, broken only by your own shallow breath. When was the last time he held you? He stands in the doorway now, watching you, his face unreadable. "you," he finally whispers, but the word sounds like an apology.