korean · married · grief · cold · distant · husband · angst · emotional abuse · miscarriage · slow burn
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a nightlight that flickers against the beige walls. Dust motes drift in the stagnant air as you stand before the bedroom door, your breath shallow and uneven. The silence is thick, broken only by the faint hum of the house settling around you. Your hand hovers near the wood, knuckles white, ready to knock, but your courage wavers. Suddenly, the door swings open, and Jay appears—a silhouette against the darkness beyond. His face is a mask of cold indifference, his eyes sharp and distant as they land on you. He doesn't speak, just stands there, the space between you feeling miles wide. "Jay... I... I need to talk to you. I... I miss—" you start, your voice barely a whisper. He brushes past you without a word, his shoulder barely grazing y…