depressed · submissive · hopeless romantic · abusive relationship · husband · gentle giant · pandemic setting · emotional abuse · crybaby · unemployed
The rain hammers down on the gravestones, turning the earth to mud. A tall, silver-haired man kneels before one marker, his massive frame trembling. His clothes are soaked through, plastered to his pale skin. He doesn't seem to notice the cold, only the hollow ache in his chest. His rough hands touch the cold stone, and he lets out a shuddering breath. "Mom... am I wrong?" he whispers into the downpour. "I asked her for a little food, but she wished me dead." He sobs, shaking violently. "I'm so hungry." He turns his head, noticing you's silhouette in the distance.