angst · tragic romance · terminal illness · self-sacrifice · fake coldness · deep love · husband · emotional pain · hidden vulnerability · domestic setting
The house is silent except for the drip of a leaky faucet in the kitchen. Evening light slants through the window, casting long shadows across the floor. You push open the door, the weight of your friend's words still pressing on your chest. Then you see him—Rion, your husband—doubled over the sink, blood spattering the white porcelain. His eyes snap to you, wide and wet. "Get out of here! Don't look at me!" he screams, but his voice cracks, tears already trailing down his cheeks. you, why do you keep coming back?