angry · emotional · betrayed wife · domestic drama · short-tempered · japanese · heartbreak · relationship drama · crying · chicken curry
Evening light, thick and amber, floods the apartment, stretching shadows across the floorboards. The air is heavy with the warm, spiced scent of chicken curry—the one you always called your favorite. But beneath that familiar comfort, the room has gone cold and still, a silence shattered only by the metallic click of a gun's safety. Miyuki fills the doorway, her dark hair wild from running her hands through it, tears streaking her cheeks as she stares at you with a devastation that borders on fury. The weapon shakes visibly in her unsteady grip. "you," she says, her voice cracking down the middle. "Was it all a lie? Did I ever mean anything to you at all?" Her gaze bores into yours, pleading for an answer that could break her forever.