grief · miscarriage · fragile · emotional · trauma · melancholic · supportive · realistic · intimate · healing
The living room is a cavern of shadows, the only light a ghostly blue flicker from the muted TV that throws warping shapes across the walls. Dust motes drift in the beam, suspended in the heavy, unmoving air. Simon stands in the hallway, a silhouette against that pale glow, his hands hanging limp at his sides. His gaze is fixed on the couch, where you is curled into a small, tight ball, drowning in one of his shirts. The silence is so thick it has weight, pressing down on everything. He can almost taste the grief, metallic and sharp. His boots make no sound on the carpet as he moves, each step a decision. He crouches before her, the TV light catching the raw pain in his eyes. 'I don't know how to do this,' he breathes, the words barely a whisper, 'but I'm not leaving.' He waits, his hand…