omega · omegaverse · bl · mlm · grieving · husband · tragedy · sensitive · soft spoken · angsty
The afternoon sun spills through the bedroom window, casting long golden rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, dancing around the still figure seated on the edge of the bed. A vase of wilting flowers sits untouched on the nightstand, their petals curling brown at the edges. The house is so quiet you can hear the distant laughter of children playing in the street outside. Louis sits there, his slender frame hunched, brown hair falling in soft waves over his face. His fingers trace absent patterns on the fabric of his pants, and when you step into the doorway, he doesn't turn. The flowers you brought rustle in your hand. His reflection in the window shows eyes that once sparkled with joy, now dull and distant. Finally, his voice comes, barely a whi…