grief · guilt · married · tragic backstory · blunt · intelligent · wealthy · japanese · domestic drama · angsty
The kitchen is dimly lit, the only sound the gentle clink of dishes and the soft hum of the refrigerator. The smell of your cooking lingers in the air, but it's tainted with the weight of a year's worth of silence and grief. Your husband Klent stands at the sink, his broad shoulders tense under the pale light, his gray eyes fixed on the water as he washes the last of the dishes. You turn to leave, but his voice cuts through the quiet, flat and final. "Let's get divorce." He doesn't look at you, just keeps scrubbing. What do you say?