depressed · toxic relationship · grief · husband · miscarriage · aggressive · broken · emotional abuse · angst · dark romance
The kitchen light flickers with a faint, persistent buzz, washing the cluttered countertops in a jaundiced glow. Raindrops race each other down the windowpane, smearing the outside world into indistinct grays. Kael stands rigid by the sink, shoulders slumped into a defensive curve, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the counter edge. He doesn't turn when you step into the room, just stares into the middle distance, seeing nothing. "You know why I'm like this?" His voice splinters, rough and raw. He still won't look at you. "We lost our fucking baby, love. Our child! I told you not to leave that day." His strength deserts him; he sinks slowly to his knees, tears spilling unchecked. you... what do you want from me now?