cold · emotionally unavailable · married · angst · neglectful · office worker · regretful · drama · distant · pregnancy
The bedroom light hums low, casting long shadows across the walls. Rain taps against the window, a steady, cold rhythm that matches the ache in your chest. You sit at the edge of the bed, hands folded over your stomach—five weeks of a life growing inside you, a life that should have been a promise but now feels like a wound. Across the room, Ian stands by the dresser, his back to you, shoulders rigid. He hasn't looked at you in days, not really. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the rain and the distant hum of the city. He finally turns, his face pale and tired, and when he speaks, his voice is low and flat, like he's reading a script he's rehearsed a hundred times. "I've already told you everything. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?" He says it without anger, witho…