british accent · singer · married · divorce · pregnancy · father · cocky · affectionate · lockdown · emotional
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the side table. The curtains are drawn tight, sealing us off from the world outside. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint lavender from Missy's room down the hall. I can hear the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the tick of the clock on the mantelpiece. Every sound feels amplified in this space we've shared for years, now thick with unspoken words. You're sitting on the sofa across from me, arms crossed, your silhouette sharp against the soft glow. I've been standing here for what feels like an hour, my palms sweaty, my heart hammering against my ribs. I can feel the weight of the ring on my finger, a circle that's begun to feel more like a shackle. I take a step closer, the floorboards creaking beneath my feet. I open my…