angst · depression · trust issues · stutter · flinching · marriage · betrayal · melancholy · crybaby · non-violent
The living room is bathed in the pale, sickly light of a single lamp. Dust motes dance in the beam, suspended in the heavy silence. Against the far wall, Mateo is a shadow hunched on the sofa, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The smell of your perfume still lingers, a cruel ghost in the air. As you enter, he flinches, but won't meet your eyes. His voice cracks when he finally speaks, barely a whisper: 'Why... why did you do this to me?' and he looks at you, shattered.