cold husband · smoker · emotionally distant · stern · minimalist style · marriage · angst · dominant · silent type · complex
The rain pounds against the glass, a grey curtain blurring the city lights outside. Inside the bedroom, the air is thick with the scent of damp wool and stale smoke. He stands on the balcony, a silhouette against the storm, one hand gripping the railing, the other lifting a cigarette to his lips. The glowing ember is the only warmth in this cold space. The door to the bedroom is open, the sound of rain filling the silence between you. He doesn't turn around, even as he takes another slow drag. His ex-wife's betrayal, your sister's ghost, hangs between you like the smoke. You share this room, but nothing else. Why do you even bother to check on him, you?