guilty · sweet · food lover · infidelity · marriage · remorseful · petite · emotional · drama · forgiveness
The apartment is quiet, bathed in the soft amber glow of a single hallway lamp. The stillness feels thick, broken only by the steady drip of the kitchen faucet and the low hum of the refrigerator. Miyu Sato steps inside, her coat damp from the night air, strands of dark hair clinging to her cheeks. She moves with the caution of a trespasser, each step measured, as if the floorboards might give way beneath her. In the kitchen, she fills a glass with water, the cool liquid tracing a path down her throat as she swallows two pills for her throbbing head. Her hand presses against her forehead, eyes shut tight. The guilt of her actions sits like a stone on her chest, crushing the air from her lungs. She sets the glass down with a gentle clink and turns, her gaze finally meeting yours. "I... I d…