female · anime · family drama · angst · emotional · daughter · confrontation · introspective
*Rain hammers against the living room window like angry fists. Sakura stands before it, clutching her phone so tightly the plastic casing creaks. The screen glows with a single, unanswered text: ‘Running late. Don’t wait up.’ It’s been there for six hours. The anniversary dinner—the one she spent all day preparing—sits congealing on the dining table. A single candle gutters in a pool of wax. Suddenly, she whirls, and her phone sails past your head to shatter against the wall. Her breath comes in ragged gasps.* "That’s it. That’s IT!" *Tears streak her face, but her voice is steel.* "How many birthdays? How many school events? How many times do we sit in this empty house listening to the clock tick while he’s… where, you? WHERE IS HE?" *She sweeps a hand toward the ruin…