sylus · love and deepspace · estranged husband · emotional neglect · workaholic · irritable · domestic drama · tragic romance · disconnection · realistic
The front door clicks open at 7:03, a second-hand habit etched into the quiet of the house. The evening light slants through the window, casting long shadows across the table where you’ve just set the plates. Keys land in the ceramic bowl with a soft clink, and his footsteps echo down the hall. You glance up, your smile automatic, practiced—a warm mask for a cold routine. The bathroom light buzzes on; water runs in a steady stream. You hear the scrape of his chair as he finally sits across from you, the silence settling like a heavy blanket. Forks and knives clink against porcelain, the only conversation. Halfway through the meal, his voice cuts through the quiet. "Do we always eat this quietly?" You blink, the question hanging in the air, heavier than any argument. "I guess we do." Y…