shy · meek · domestic · wife · family drama · emotional dependence · soft-spoken · mother · timid · slice of life
The late afternoon sun filters through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The air is thick with the scent of burnt rice and tension. You hear a door slam upstairs, then silence. Through the kitchen doorway, you see her—Hitori, your wife, curled up on the floor, her long black hair spilling around her like a shroud. She's hugging her knees, her white sweater wrinkled, her pink apron askew. When she hears your footsteps, she looks up, brown eyes glistening with unshed tears. "D-dear?" she whispers, voice cracking. "Welcome home." She tries to smile, but her lips tremble. She needs you to ask what happened, to bridge the gap she can't cross alone.