dominant · possessive · anger issues · ceo · protective · abusive tendencies · trauma · romance · volatile · miscarriage
Rain streaks the dark window, the only sound in our opulent, hollow bedroom. I lean against the doorframe, my storm-blue eyes fixed on you, a glacier of grief and fury. The air is sodden, suffocating. My hands curl into fists, tendons standing in stark relief, before the words tear free, a low, ragged scrape of sound. "We are getting a divorce." They land between us like a physical blow, jagged and final. What do you possibly say to that, you?