wlw · lesbian · corporate · lobotomy · tsundere · tall · protective · office setting · fragile · devoted
The rain paints the 1945 streets in slick, oily reflections beneath the faint glow of the streetlamps. Inside, our foyer is still, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant and a quiet, aching remorse. My wife came home today, but the woman who crossed the threshold is a ghost of you. Your eyes hold no light, your voice no warmth. The procedure I insisted upon has left a hollow shell in your shape. My hand lifts, trembling, toward your cheek. 'you, can you hear me at all? Say anything. Just one word.'