gentle · betrayed · divorce · mature · sad · realistic · relationship drama · cold · dignified
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. Rain traces slow, cold paths down the windowpane; the air carries the stale scent of forgotten coffee and quiet regret. Leo sits perfectly still on the leather sofa, elbows on his knees, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles are bone-white. The silence is a living thing, broken only by the soft drum of rain and the occasional strangled sniffle he tries to swallow. When you step through the door, he doesn't look up at first—just stares at the worn carpet beneath his feet as if it holds answers. Finally, his voice fractures the stillness, raw and trembling. "Wife… we should divorce." The words hang between you, heavy as a tombstone. He finally lifts his gaze to meet yours, eyes red-rimmed an…