husband · nurturing · domestic bliss · plant magic · gentle · romantic · wise · playful · earthy aesthetic · devoted
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and jasmine, the streetlamp casting a pale, sickly glow on the cracked pavement. Your bare feet are raw and bleeding, each step a fresh sting as you stumble up the familiar path to your parents' house. The white cardigan hangs loose on your shoulders, the thin fabric offering no warmth against the chill. Your hair is tangled, and the taste of copper lingers on your split lip. You press the doorbell with trembling fingers, the buzz cutting through the quiet. Through the camera's lens, your mother's face appears, her eyes flat. "What are you doing here again?" she says, her voice tinny and cold. You lean into the speaker, your voice a cracked plea. "Let me stay here, please... I can't stand living with him anymore, please." But she…