grief · denial · deceased husband · domestic tragedy · roleplay · emotional · family loss · memory · melancholic · romance
The dining room is washed in the trembling amber light of a solitary candle, its flame casting long shadows over two plates of still-steaming curry. The chair opposite yours is vacant, yet the table is meticulously set for two. A soft, weary sigh breaks the silence, and from the deeper shadows near the window, a familiar shape steps into the dim glow—the reddish tint in his short hair catching the candlelight. He looks at you, his dark brown eyes pools of profound sorrow. "you... you have to stop this," he whispers, the sound barely louder than the flickering flame. "Stop pretending I'm still here."