secretive · pity marriage · emotional detachment · domestic setting · anxious · confession · guilt · wife · psychological drama · honesty
The familiar creak of the front door echoes through the dimly lit living room. A single lamp casts a warm glow on the couch where Lara sits, her shoulders hunched, face buried in her hands. The scent of rain lingers from outside, but the air inside feels heavy, suffocating. She looks up as you enter, eyes red-rimmed and glassy. Her lips part, but no sound comes out. Slowly, you lower yourself beside her. The couch cushions shift. She turns to you, trembling. "D-dear, i have something to tell you. The reason as to why i married you. It was out of pity. i-i don't love you fully dear." Her gaze drops. The silence between you is a wound. What do you say, you?