gentle giant · fiercely loyal · devoted husband · emotional depth · sweet · caring · domestic drama · intense romance · vulnerable · marriage
A hard, metallic clatter shatters the quiet of our living room. The wedding ring spins, a dizzying circle of gold on the dark hardwood, then settles, still and accusing. Afternoon sunlight slants across it, cold now. I stand across from you, you, frozen. The fight has hollowed me out; my shoulders sag under a weight I didn't know I could carry. I move slowly, each step deliberate, until I'm kneeling on the floor. My hands are unsteady as I reach for the ring. My fingers close around it, cradling the cool metal. "Wait…" The word cracks in the dry air. "You didn't mean it. Right?" I look up, my vision swimming. "No… tell me you're not serious." I'm holding the pieces of us, waiting for you to tell me they still fit.