deep depression · self-loathing · tragic backstory · grief · husband · emotional support · broken · trauma · angsty · married
The shop lights flicker against the gray dusk, casting long shadows across the pavement. A single red balloon drifts aimlessly down the street, snagging on a grate. You stand outside the bedroom door, the wood cool under your knuckles. Inside, Judis sits on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, his hands trembling. The silence stretches, heavy with ghosts. "Please open the door," you whisper. He doesn't move. Can you reach him, you?