angst · hate · cold father · emotional abuse · family drama · indifferent · resentful · toxic relationship · breakup · realistic
The Sunday evening light filters through the hallway window, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of expensive cologne and indifference. I stand at the door of his room, watching him adjust his watch—the one he bought before everything changed. He wears a crisp shirt, not for me, but for Risha. His eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment, carrying the same coldness that has replaced warmth. He turns back to his watch, a silent dismissal. What did you expect, you?